C-Murder talking:
I know the whole world is full
Of a bunch thug n***as and thug figures
The whole world is based upon young
N***as 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 n***a went through and how a n***a
Became what the fuck he is
You check it out

Chorus: C-Murder
Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug n***a with thug figures
Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug n***a 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 n***as 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 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a

Chorus repeat 4X