I Miss My Dawgs - Chopped & Screwed

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This is the Carter muthafucka, yea

And in my building I must keep it real

And man I miss the times

We would shine, you would keep on your side

You would teach me how to ride

And you would teach me how to pride

Then we get on the line and go over our lines

We were in the same position

And that's when you changed position, shit

I never changed and I miss ya, and it's strange

But I never forget ya

Though that ain't you with them bitches homie

And I know that ain't you wit that dissing on me, that's why I

Never replied and never will, just let em live phony

If ya ever died, I swear to God, I got yo kids homie

What's mine is theirs, I gotta give homie, and yea

We still a army in this bitch homie

Yeah Cash Money still the shit homie, shit, homie!

What's really real is you feelin me nigga

That Hot Boy shit still in me nigga, word to giggity nigga

And I ain't got time to speak the history

I miss you and I know you missing me, Gizzle, but

Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club popping

Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling

Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club popping

Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling

Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin

Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again

And I remember when you came to the clique

I had already made my name in the clique

But you got famous and shit

I got my soulja rag and dangled my shit

I was honored just to hang wit you, shit

And I banged to the boogie-bang-bang with ya clique

And I ain't even from the 3, my hood was angry at me, shit

But I rose to my feet, played the post with the heat

At them shows while you performed and posed

I was waiting for a nigga to jump, see I was patient

But was ready to dump, cuz you my brother, chump

Real Gs never buckle up

But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real

And that's real and I would never turn my back

Or turn ya down, even if you turned around, muthafucka

But history is history

I miss you and I know you missing me, Juvie, but

Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club popping

Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling

Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin

Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again

Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club popping

Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling

Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin

Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again

You was my nigga, my nerve, my joy, my hurt

My main muthafucking man Turk (oh!)

My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father

I skilled, he schooled, we chilled, we moved

We thug, we hung, we ate, we slept

We lived, we died, I stayed, you LEFT!

Remember how we played to the left?

And we stayed out of trouble 'cause we stayed to our self

'Member B and Slim would leave and the keys over?

Tell us not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia

While I watched you reunite wit yo souljas

And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the Stunna

Yeah, those were the times my brother

Now I recognize real and I eye my brother

Yeah, nigga, Semaj my brother, the Sqad's my brother

The niggas you left behind is my brothers!

Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin

Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling

Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin

Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again

Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club popping

Many nights we were blowing trees, many nights we were hustling

Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin

Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again