[Intro: C-Murder]
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 know what I'm saying?
I'm sitting here reminiscing about the past
Just want to let y'all 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
[Verse 1: C-Murder]
I remember way back to my project days
A little dirty motherfucker daydreaming 'bout a pair of Js
Left alone in the world of crime
Five kids no daddy and my big brother doin' time
Now what the fuck am 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 Silkk caught our first charges, grand theft and trespassing
I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto
A young nigga livin' like the motherfucking goodfellas
I wear gun like it was part of my clothes
With them rocks in my socks, got me running from the po po
From the block to the motherfucking penitentiaries
I'm reminiscing about my motherfucking memories
[Chorus: C-Murder]
As a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
My motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
[Verse 2: Mac]
I remember Mac (Who?)
The neighborhood nigga who rapped
Lil skinny motherfucker used to get punched and slapped
Lil 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, 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
I 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 woah! Murder, murder, kill, kill nigga
[Chorus: C-Murder]
To my motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
To my motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
My motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures