feat. C Murder
  
  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