Missing Our G's

[talking]

Man, sitting here thinking

Knowing I miss y'all boys, man

I hope y'all feel this, we miss you

[Hook x2]

How we, miss our G's

Everyday, all I do is dream and pray

Hoping that, I can see my homie again

[Fat Pat]

It's been a whole year, you've been gone

And I still find it hard, to just gold on

Everybody misses you, P-A-T

Especially your down ass partna, that's me

Always on my mind, everytime I turn around

Up early in the morning, watch em put you in the ground

A sad day it is, on this New Years

It seems like the heaven from above, sheds tears

All my ghetto peers, dead or on lock

25 to life, it just ain't right

Praying that the Lord, don't take me in the night

That long long flight, and ain't no coming back

Man I miss that Pat, and K.K

Hoping that I see you boys again, one day

Daytime from the Tre, Big Butler from that N

Both of the Bubba twins, doing time in the Penn

Partnas mean we kin, closer than friends

So I'm holding on, to the love to the end

Our skin is a sin, that's why they lock us in

The ghetto's saying that our kind, just don't blend

The Penitentiary, ain't no place for us to go

It's been eight long years, since I seen my kin folk

Po' out the liquor, roll a gang of smoke

I'm missing my homies mo' and mo', and mo' you feel me

[Hook x2]

[Double D]

It was like yesterday, since me and you was chilling

My nigga for life, even though life ain't your game no mo'

It's still the same though, and me and you can feel it

I know that you up in heaven, wait for me to come and kick it

I'm ready no doubt, nigga still tripping for nothing

All of a sudden I thought it wasn't, then it came to busting

Just lost my baby cousin, to the same shit

How much deeper can pain get, I'm ready to aim and click

Reminiscing and missing you, and all these plans we had

What can a nigga do, pull out some brew

And make em feel it, when I say a rhyme

Cause ain't no telling, when my time coming

Niggaz gunning, but I got no time for running

You ain't missing nothing, but drama and your mama

I swear I walk these streets I pack my heat, niggaz don't care

And to my G's on lock, I pop the top

Pull out some liquor for your tears, and all these lost years

[Hook x2]

[H.A.W.K.]

Now time has gone by, and the years have passed

Trying to block you out of my mind, is a complicated task

I mash for my cream, but my job ain't done

Take it from John it ain't no fun, it's easier said than done

To get over you, my boy Big B

You gone but not forgotten, up in H.A.W.K.'s memory

Day-Lee I stop and stare, gaze in the air

Knowing that nothing is impossible, through hope and prayer

So my big bro, I know you know

It happened a long time ago, but it's hard for me to let go

Now C-O and also, K.K. and Big Dead

Doing time for the crime, keeping that family fed

Hold your head up high, and avoid the shife

Cause when the judge gave you ya sentence, he didn't say life

Will I see you again, I know the thought is scary

The Obituary cemetery, and then you buried hail Mary

[Hook x4]

[Big Moe singing]