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
s a motherfucker! This is where we take a journey, called karma What goes around, comes back around Especially the rules of these streets It's a bloody
Dropping platinum hits, trying to overflow my wallet Dez in the FED, hitting that iron getting solid I reminisce bout G's, I miss blazing up the doja
stole a half, from a crooked ass law He chopped it up and heat it in, it's time he Hilfiger drawas See hit the cut before you run, young G's gotta crawl
G.'s sellin' pot Mr. Softy's outside on days when it get hot Crowd circle around victims, every time they get shot Young g's, playin' skelly, waxin' they
shine, in a world that wants to see me crawl That's why it hurts, that Fat Pat had to take a fall It ain't fair, but we gotta keep our faith in God Took
to my partna Screw, E.S.G. I'm putting it down Watch what you do ha, Texas-Cali connection Feel that Poetic, watch what you do [E.S.G.] Now E.S.G. spitting
They cussing busting, busting, busting [Z-Ro] Hey Mr. Fat to the Pat, how the fuck they gon act Still living out your ghetto dreams, with hands on our
Fat Pat told y'all back in the gap, that the Southside was holding 22's-24's, Blades Elbows and yeah we rolling A couple of bi-bad bitch, holding our
