swear to god I need this more than ever I know you?re wrong Don?t try to put me off As nothing more Than just a memory I thought I meant more than this
part a chase in cream. Dope got me hatin fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few. My foes victim of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes. We got memories fadin fast. A
a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody knows As a young nigga He's always G'd up, from head to toe My memories as a young nigga Always got it
t realise that time would fly so fast miss america, tell me where you are can't believe I've gone and lost you just a photograph - just a memory to
walls Of missing faces. Months go by without the cause, The clues, or traces. They're gonna find you, just believe. You're not a person; you're a
building walls Of missing faces. Months go by without the cause, The clues, or traces. They're gonna find you, just believe. You're not a person; you're a
memories keep haunting me A thorn in my side, a chip on my shoulder A lump in my throat, the size of a boulder The chill up my spine, can't get any
Reaching out into the distance Searching for spirits of the past Just a trace of your existence to Grasp And if somehow I could recapture All of the memories
fast I could barely keep track Oh, of my offenses or your defenses In hindsight, I woulda, coulda, shoulda not gone there But left without a word to spare
will be the best memories [Hook] Be the best memories I hope that you remember me These will be the best memories Cause in the end all you really have is memories
yo... Got a whole crew and my crew is monumental and yo... You need to lo and behold these innuendos [Baatin] Its just the fine talk Mac'll come with tracks
ass like syphillis A fast brother you're just a lover with a sore hand I freeze MC's as if Frosty the Snowman No man withstands the pain I bring So face a
a thing They don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing, a thing An' I don't care 'bout all the diamond rings They don't mean a thing, all these fancy
with the terrorist sending MC to the therapist my microphone will be a family heirloom hmm, awaits a white rappers dominate rappers on the scared straight after a clever track
Where your plane touches down For a six hour layover Don't say a word, I found it on the map Calculated it just a half a day to get from Where you're
liquor in despair, gang signs in the air I shine in spaces where time is just a glare Hold the mic like a memory Niggas say I'm nice wit metaphors but
my main man, Ganja K I gave a nigga a pound and he lit up a J I took a hit and a half and got high and a hey My coconut was mellow but my vision was
