Yea, yea, yea, yea
This is the Carter motherf**er, yea
And in my building I must keep it real
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 pry
Then we get on the line and go over our lines
We were in the same position and that's when you change position, sh**
I never change and I miss ya, and its strange but I never forget ya
Throw that at you and them b**hes homie
And I know that ain't you wit that dissing 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 their I gotta give homie, and yea
We still a army in this b**h homie
Yea Cash Money still the sh** homie, sh** homie
What's really real is you feeling me n***a
That Hot Boy sh** still in me n***a, word the giggity n***a
And I ain't got time to speak the history
I miss you and I know you missing
Gizzle but
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Man I miss my dogs(yea)
Many nights club popping(yea)
Many nights we were blowing trees(yea)
Many nights we were hustling(yea)
Man I miss my dogs(yea)
Me and you through thick and thin(yea)
Me and you through the very end(yea)
For only you I was in the game(yea)
And I remember when you came to the click
I had already made my name in the click, but you got famous and sh**
I got my soldier rag and dangled my sh**
I was down to just to hang wit you sh**
And I banged to the boogie bang bang wit yo click
And I ain't even from the 3(3rd Ward), my hood was angry at me, sh**
But I rose to my feet, played the post wit the heat
At them shows while you performed and posed
I was waiting for a n***a to jump, see I was patient but was ready to duck
Cause you my brother chump
Real Gs never buckle up
But every family ain't filled wit gangstas that's real
And that's real and I would never turn my back or turn ya down
Even if you turned around motherf**er
But history is history
I miss you and I know you missing me
Juve but
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You was my n***a, my nerd, my joy, my herb
My main motherf**ing man Turk
My other, my partner, I was teacher, he was father
I sk**ed, he schooled, we chilled, we moved
We thug, 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 our self
Member B and Slim leaving, hand the ki's over
Tell me not to go Uptown and we went straight to tha Nolia
While I watched you reunite wit yo soljas
And yo mom and brothers, while I lied to the stunna
Yea those were the times my brother
Now I recognize real and I honor my brother
Yea n***a sub mage my brother, the Sqad's my brother
The n***a you left behind is my brothers
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