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'd 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 dissin 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 n
That Hot Boy shit still in me n
Word to giggity n
And I ain't got time to speak the history
I miss you and I know you missin me, Gizzle
But

Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees
Many nights we were hustlin
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 poppin
Many nights we were blowin trees
Many nights we were hustlin
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