Song: Another Memory
Artist: Live Squad
Transcribed by: Live-Squad.com

(Intro)
[Majesty talking in background]
That type of old flava
You know what I'm sayin'?
YGz style
Yeah!

[Stretch]
Grooving, keep ya bodies moving
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So if you're black I say you walk wth a mack
That's how I feel, to each his own, fuck it.
I know all the money's in the bank, so I stuck it.
Who was it? That nigga Stretch, I represent the real
I ran up on the teller with my mothafucking steel
Cuz times is hard I want to stay large with paper
Every other day I gotta find another caper
Don't run me son
Muthafuckers then they realise that they've been taken
Judges wanna fry me like bacon
I slip and dip and pay my laywer well
Can't stand being locked in no God damn cell, what the hell?
Man you fucking crazy?
I know the power moves but the power can't faze me. No more!

(Chorus x2)
[Big Daddy Kane]
"Another memory to us,
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust"

[Majesty]
Ayyo I flow with a different style
Flavoured like koolade
Sweet, I'm the one to meet and you know I stay paid
Smooth like a ??? be
Rugged like a cruiser
Played the game of life, believe I ain't a loser
Money makes us thug straight from the back streets
Where every fucking day you find a shell on the concrete
From the gun fights, they never stop all night
Mad bags under my eyes when they gettin' right
And my fresh style tired of the ill shit
That's why every time I write it comes out like this
Maj'll tell you Live are coming straight from the block
Running from the cops everytime they made a stop
Money is all I live for
Because I've been poor
Well fuck that. No more!

(Chorus x4)
[Big Daddy Kane]
"Another memory to us,
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust"