Memories

By Mac

On Shell Shocked

Released on July 21, 1998

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[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


[Outro: C-Murder]