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As I sit in my silver stack thinking about way back
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Even before I started blazing the chronic sack
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I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid
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Looking up to all the gangsters and the shit they did
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I was at unimpressionable age through a faze
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An unmentionable stage deranged full of rage
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Walking through life in a haze with dark clouds
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Hanging over my head being wicked and loud
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And sometimes those demons haunt me and taunt me
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Follow me pursue me confuse me they want me
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They come at me from all angles and dangles
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Memories in front of me, but I wont run away
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I put the gun away but sometimes my hand ditches
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But I don't want to get locked away cause I whack bitches
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I left those ways back in the old days
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So go away I don't got no time to throw away
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
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To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
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To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)
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I got my education on the streets
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And I learned how to spit rhymes out with or without beats
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To say whatever I went through or going through
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Tripping off people who acting like they been knowin you
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Learn how some of these record companies be holdin you
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Attaching an image in the end controllin you
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But we set out to set ourselves apart
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And let these people know just what they had from the start
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It's like Ghostface said we studied our art form
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We turned the mike on and spit a fucking dark storm
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People slept on me and doubted my skill level
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But I'm tenacious and I got a strong will level
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You been introduced to some of the real rebels
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Injected with venom from god to kill devils
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
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To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
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To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
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To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
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To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive)
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I remember my days as youth
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Teenage gangsters with somethin to prove
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See man amuse and we creep and we strew
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Catch your ass slipping and dump on their crew
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Just -- having fun but you crazy kids
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Never thought about no prison beds
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Got gang-sters twenty-five and alive
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Never see the kids all fucking wild
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But that's the game and shit don't change
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Get respect for smoking brains
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You get a name and you build your rep
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You courting fools coming in your set
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Before you know we're having fun
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Slamming doping and packing gun
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Leaving mad traces and blasting their faces
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Got a hundred years for all my fucking cases
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
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To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
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To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive)
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
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To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive)
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me
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To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out here so we can survive)
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______________
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Name Memories
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Artist Cypress Hill
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Album Stoned Raiders
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