[Talking]
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Man, sitting here thinking
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Knowing I miss y'all boys, man
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I hope y'all feel this, we miss you
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[Hook x2]
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How we, miss our G's
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Everyday, all I do is dream and pray
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Hoping that, I can see my homie again
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[Fat Pat]
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It's been a whole year, you've been gone
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And I still find it hard, to just gold on
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Everybody misses you, P-A-T
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Especially your down ass partna, that's me
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Always on my mind, everytime I turn around
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Up early in the morning, watch em put you in the ground
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A sad day it is, on this New Years
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It seems like the heaven from above, sheds tears
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All my ghetto peers, dead or on lock
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25 to life, it just ain't right
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Praying that the Lord, don't take me in the night
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That long long flight, and ain't no coming back
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Man I miss that Pat, and K.K
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Hoping that I see you boys again, one day
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Daytime from the Tre, Big Butler from that N
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Both of the Bubba twins, doing time in the Penn
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Partnas mean we kin, closer than friends
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So I'm holding on, to the love to the end
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Our skin is a sin, that's why they lock us in
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The ghetto's saying that our kind, just don't blend
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The Penitentiary, ain't no place for us to go
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It's been eight long years, since I seen my kin folk
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Po' out the liquor, roll a gang of smoke
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I'm missing my homies mo' and mo', and mo' you feel me
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[Hook x2]
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[Double D]
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It was like yesterday, since me and you was chilling
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My nigga for life, even though life ain't your game no mo'
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It's still the same though, and me and you can feel it
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I know that you up in heaven, wait for me to come and kick it
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I'm ready no doubt, nigga still tripping for nothing
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All of a sudden I thought it wasn't, then it came to busting
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Just lost my baby cousin, to the same shit
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How much deeper can pain get, I'm ready to aim and click
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Reminiscing and missing you, and all these plans we had
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What can a nigga do, pull out some brew
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And make em feel it, when I say a rhyme
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Cause ain't no telling, when my time coming
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Niggaz gunning, but I got no time for running
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You ain't missing nothing, but drama and your mama
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I swear I walk these streets I pack my heat, niggaz don't care
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And to my G's on lock, I pop the top
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Pull out some liquor for your tears, and all these lost years
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[Hook x2]
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[H.A.W.K.]
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Now time has gone by, and the years have passed
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Trying to block you out of my mind, is a complicated task
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I mash for my cream, but my job ain't done
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Take it from John it ain't no fun, it's easier said than done
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To get over you, my boy Big B
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You gone but not forgotten, up in H.A.W.K.'s memory
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Day-Lee I stop and stare, gaze in the air
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Knowing that nothing is impossible, through hope and prayer
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So my big bro, I know you know
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It happened a long time ago, but it's hard for me to let go
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Now C-O and also, K.K. and Big Dead
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Doing time for the crime, keeping that family fed
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Hold your head up high, and avoid the shife
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Cause when the judge gave you ya sentence, he didn't say life
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Will I see you again, I know the thought is scary
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The Obituary cemetery, and then you buried hail Mary
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[Hook x4]
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[Big Moe singing]
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Missing Our G's
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| Fat Pat |
