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C-Murder talking:
I know the whole world is full of a bunch thug niggas and thug figures The whole world is based upon young niggas coming up in the ghetto, in the streets You now what I`m saying I`m sitting here reminiscing about the past. Just want to let ya`ll motherfuckers know what a nigga went through and how a nigga became what the fuck he is You check it out Chorus: C-Murder Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster Just another thug nigga with thug figures Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster Just another thug nigga with thug figures [C-Murder] I remember way back in my project days A little dirty motherfucker dreaming bout a pair of j`s Left alone in this world of crime Five kids no daddy and my big brother doing time Now what the fuck I`m I supposed to do I said give it up to the niggas with the smaller crew I guess this thug shit is in my blood Started smoking weed, got my first hit from my nigga cuz Me and my bitch we used to cut classes And me Silkk caught our first charges, grand theft and trespassing I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto A young nigga living like the motherfucking goodfellas I wear gun like it was part of my clothes With them rocks in my socks, running from the po po From the block to the motherfucking penitentiaries I`m reminiscing about my motherfucking memories Chorus repeat 2X [Mac] I remember Mac, (Who?) The neighborhood nigga who rapped Little skinny motherfucker used to get punched and slapped Little timid motherfucker never had an older brother Alone in the street I learned rules of the ghetto I was scared to die Junior high running from them niggas on that other side Who was opening fire Couldn`t tell mom`s, couldn`t tell pop`s That was the very night I became shell shocked(wooo) Paranoid, I used to steal and borrow You gotta respect how I sport the same outfit today and tomorrow Hand me downs in my closet, roaches in my bed I couldn`t sleep to hard cause one might crawl up in my head Went to school for the fool, fuck a teacher Mama gave her last 20 dollars to the preacher Rap wasn`t paying the bills And that`s real Now I scream murder, murder, kill, kill nigga Chorus repeat 4X
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