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[Chorus - 2x]

Memories (of my niggaz in the penitentiary)

Memories, of living on these streets


[Gotti]

Memories of me and my nigga, in the penitentiary

Writing letters, making plans for once we hit society

And how living's suppose to be

Now my nigga dead in the cemetery, Lord tell me

How could this be, you took my only friend away from me

Left me alone in these streets, and smoking weed

To keep my mind off the pain, I never let your name die in vain

I represent, so you can live through my veins

Guide me through this game, cause it's hard to maintain

Most of these niggaz act strange, who's to blame

I never rested tell murdered the killers, who caused your death

Got me watching my back, I never know what to expect

Is it my last breath, that's the questions I ask

This life done got me pressured and strapped

Watching my mama, fall into a wreck

Lord can you hear me, because I'm feeling like I'm next

It's kinda hard, not celebrating our birthday together

I guess heaven is better

Wesley Penn and Kevin Miller, memories forever


[Chorus - 2x]


[P'heno]

Memories got me drinking Hennessy, to drown my misery

Missing my peers who doing years, in penitentiaries

Made it from the dark side, but still it's do or die

Now will I survive this gamble with my life, falling my stripes

So many homies, lost they life in the flames

Or they die, by the poison in they veins

Heavenly father give me strength, because I'm losing my faith

This is the right path to take, don't wanna make a mistake

And be a victim like my nigga Lester, Lord bless the boy

Cause he having it hard, locked down behind bars

To all my niggaz, doing time in the pen

I'ma see ya when I see ya, I'ma see ya when they shut me in

But until, I be breeder till they bury me

And keeping niggaz in my memory


[Chorus - 2x]


[Regginelli]

I'm having memories of my uncle, laying dead on these streets

Lord help me I can't believe, that my nigga deceased

This world is getting kinda hectic, got us niggaz dressed in black on black

Looking for the nigga, that put a slug in my uncle back

Remember when I wanted to be down, you bitches wasn't around

Now I'm handling bidness, trying to put my fucking thang down

These hoes, use to act funny

But now they see me counting G's by the fucking hundreds, I'm getting money

Memories, of my niggaz out there balling for keeps

Some in the cell with an L, never gon' see the streets

But that's ok I'm reminiscing, for my niggaz that's gone

But for you Wesley I'm gon' holla, when I make you get home


[Chorus - 2x]


[Melchior]

Now I'm reminiscing, on my uncle's death

A bitch nigga left him bleeding, from the front to the back

I still remember, when my uncle got released from jail

All he wanted was a wife, a house and some mail

I can't believe my uncle gone, his memory gon' live on

Every night I'm asking God, that my uncle make it home

Every night I'm asking why, the hell do we die

Lord knows I miss my uncle, you could see it in my eye

Lord please before I die, just give me a chance

So for once I could just hold, a mill' in my hand

So much love for my uncle, may he rest in peace

Wesley Penn and Kevin Miller, y'all in my memory


[Chorus - 4x] 

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