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 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      [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 'cause   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