- Votes:
- Composers:
- Lawson
- Craig Stephen / Lawson
- Craig Stephen / Writer Unknown
- N
 
- See also:
Mac - Memories lyrics
I know the whole world is full of a
 Bunch of thug niggas and thug figures
 The whole world is based upon young niggas
 Comin' up in the ghetto, in the streets
 You now what I'm sayin'
 I'm sittin' here reminiscin' about the past
 Just want to let ya'll motherfuckers know
 What a nigga went through and how a nigga
 Became who the fuck he is
 You know what I'm sayin', check it out
 Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster
 Just another thug nigga with thug figures
 Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster
 Just another thug nigga with thug figures
 I remember way back to my project days
 A little dirty motherfucker daydreamin' 'bout a pair of J's
 Left alone in this world of crime
 Five kids no daddy and my big brother doin' 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 smokin' weed, got my first hit from my nigga 'cuz
 Me and my bitch we used to cut classes
 And me Silk caught our first charges, grand theft and trespassin'
 I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto
 A young nigga livin' like the motherfuckin' good fellas
 I wear gun like it was part of my clothes
 With them rocks in my socks, got me runnin' from the po po
 From the block to the motherfuckin' penitentiaries
 I'm reminiscin' about my
 Mac - Memories - http://motolyrics.com/mac/memories-lyrics.html
 Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster
 Just another thug nigga with thug figures
 Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster
 Just another thug nigga with thug figures
 I remember Mac, the neighborhood nigga who rapped
 (Who?)
 Little skinny motherfucker got 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 runnin' from them niggas on that other side
 Who was openin' fire, couldn't tell mom's, I couldn't tell pop's
 That was the very night, I became shell shocked 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 too 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 payin' the bills and that's real
 Now I scream, murder, murder, kill, kill nigga
 Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster
 Just another thug nigga with thug figures
 Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster
 Just another thug nigga with thug figures
 Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster
 Just another thug nigga with thug figures
 Motherfuckin' memories, as a youngster
 Just another thug nigga with thug figures
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