and gentle days with you Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine Memories, memories, sweet memories
Traduction: Mac. Memories.
in my socks, running from the po po From the block to the motherfucking penitentiaries I'm reminiscing about my motherfucking memories [Chorus x2] [Mac] I remember Mac
memories... [Chorus:] You make me feel alive, "These memories keep me alive", You are my highest light, "These memories keepin' me high", You make me feel alive, "These memories
'all niggas know about the dirty south? One time [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again, just to stay on top I recall memories
blossom mad people just applied for apartments and got 'em used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B
I cut your face I'm in your hood Every fucking day [Verse One: Wiz] Yeah What up nigga im back Fuck you got the mac Touch you and them niggas you with
now, uh See this is front line, no turnin back now I'm about to score, this is war on the track now (woo!) Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now
a nigga then, hop out four Clean the wipers, hit the party up and, hop out yours Bitch nigga.. whoah.. Chorus [Beanie Siegal] Yo when you fuckin wit Mac
real P-Im right about now, ya feel me? (That's it...that's it...) Because...I mean, I got a big grip...a BIG, BIG memory, cuz I remember a whole lot of
But my battle raps couldn't get me groceries from the super market So I found another target to aim at I went from food stamps to the black a mac's 8
travel at light speed of conversation Hell within the slim borders of mind quarters Seats in carport or servin' short orders It's torment the way the Kharma spin orbit I memorize
sunlight And if the rain falls down, It aina??t nothing but a blessed day today, The sun will shine after the rain dries (Mavado): To all mah thugs dat gone, memories
over You better have the will to bend over and take... [Baatin] Off your clothes in time.. Conqueror, come back to give some of that old Pictual, actual, factual; Let Mac
If I should die before I wake With my hands gripped Praise the Lord shit, our Father If I should die before I wake Yo, when you fuckin' wit' Mac, you
out now, uh) See this is front line No turnin' back now I'm about to score This is war on the track now Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now
still callin' See this is front line, no turnin' back now I'm about to score, this is war on the track now Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now