Man I Miss My Dogs

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. This is the Carter, motherfucker. Yeah. And in my building, I must keep it real. And man, I miss the times we would shine, You would keep me 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 positions. Shit, I'd never change, and I miss you, And it's strange. But I'll never forget you, though That ain't you in them pictures, homie. And I know that ain't you with that dissing On me. That's why I never replied and never Will, just let 'em live phony. If you ever died, I swear to God I Got your kids, homie. What's mine is theirs, I gotta give, homie. And yeah, we still an army in this bitch, Homie. Yeah, Cash Money still the shit, Homie. Shit, homie, what's really real? Is you feeling 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, Chisel. But man, I miss my dog. Many nights club hopping. Many nights we were blowing trees. Many nights we were hustling. Man, I miss my dog. Me and you through thick and thin. Me and you to the very end. For only you, I would sin again. Man, I miss my dog. Many nights club hopping. Many nights we were blowing trees. Many nights we were hustling. Man, I miss my dog. Me and you through thick and thin. Me and you to the very end. For only you, I would 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 soldier rag and dang for my Shit. I was honored just to hang with you, Shit. And I bang to the boogie, bang bang With your clique. And I ain't even from the Three, 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 'cause you my brother, chump. Real G's never buckle up, but every family ain't Filled with gangstas that's real. And that's real, and I would never turn my Back or turn you down even if you turn Around, motherfucker. But history is history. I miss you, and I know you missing me, Juvi. But man, I miss my dog. Many nights club hopping. Many nights we were blowing trees. Many nights were hustling. Man, I miss my dog. Me and you through thick and thin. Me and you to the very end. For only you, I would sin again. Man, I miss my dog. Many nights club hopping. Many nights we were blowing trees. Many nights we were hustling. Man, I miss my dog. Me and you through thick and thin. Me and you to the very end. For only you, I would sin again. You was my nigga, my nerve, my joy, My hurt, my main motherfucking mentor. My other, my partner. I was teacher, he was father. I scaled, he schooled, we chilled, We moved, we dug, 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 ourselves. 'Member Slim and P would leave and Hand the keys over? Tell me not to go uptown, and we went Straight to the No, yeah. While I watched you reunite with your soldiers and Your moms and brother while I lied to the Stunner. Yeah, those were the times, My brother. Now I recognize real, And now I'm my brother. Yeah, nigga, so mind your brother. Describe my brother, the nigga you left behind is My brother. Man, Many nights club hopping. Many nights we were blowing trees. Many nights we were hustling. Man, I miss dog. Me and you through thick and thin. Me and you to the very end. For only you, I sin again. Man, I miss dog. Many nights club hopping. Nights we were blowing trees. Many nights we were hustling. Man, I miss my dog. Me and you through thick and thin. Me and you to the very end. For only you, I would sin again.