Motherf**kin memories, as a youngster

Just another thug n**a with thug figures

Motherf**kin memories, as a youngster

Just another thug n**a with thug figures

I remember way back in my project days

A little dirty m**r 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 f**k 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 n**a cuz

Me and my b**h 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 n**a living like the m**g 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 m**g penitentiaries

I'm reminiscing about my m**g memories

Motherf**kin memories, as a youngster

Just another thug n**a with thug figures

I remember Mac, (Who?)

The neighborhood n**a who rapped

Little skinny m**r used to get punched and slapped

Little timid m**r 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, f**k 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 n**a

Motherf**kin memories, as a youngster