How we miss our G's, every night, all I do is dream and pray, hoping that I can see my
homie again.
It's been a whole year, you've been gone, and I still find it hard to just hold on.
Everybody misses you, T -A -T, especially your dying ass partner, that's me.
Always on my mind, every time I turn around, up early in the morning, watch them put you
in the grind.
A sad day it is, on this New Year's, it seems like the heaven from above sheds tears.
All my ghetto peers, dead or on lock, it's one and five 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 KK, hoping that I see you boys again one day.
Big brother from that end, over the bubble twins, doing time in the pen, partners mean
we can, closer than friends, so I'm holding on to the love till the end.
Our skin is a sin, that's why they lock us in, that ghetto 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 fold.
Pour out the liquor, roll a gang of smoke, I'm missing my homies more and more and more,
man you feel me?
How we miss our G's, every night, all I do is dream and pray, hoping that I can see my
homies again.
How we miss our G's, every night, all I do is dream and pray, hoping that I can see my
homies again.
It was like yesterday, since me and you was chilling, my nigga for life, even though life
ain't your game no more, 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, but 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, pour out some brew and make him feel it
when I say a rhyme, cause ain't no telling when my time coming, niggas 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, these niggas don't care, until my G's on lock, I
pop the top, pour out some liquor for your tears, and all these lost years.
How we miss our G's, even now, all I do is dream and pray, moving that, I can see my
homie again.
How we miss our G's, even now, all I do is dream and pray, moving that, I can see my
homie again.
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.
Two, get over you, my boy Big B, you're gone but not forgotten up in house memories, daily
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 Dad, doing time for the crime of keeping their family
at bay, hold your head up high, and avoid the shots, cause when the judge gave you a
sentence, he didn't say life, will I see you again?
I know the thought is scary, the bitch weary, the cemetery, and then you're buried, hell
Mary.
How we miss our G's, even now, all I do is dream and pray, moving that, I can see my
home again.
How we miss our G's, even now, all I do is dream and pray, moving that, I can see my
home again.
How we miss our G's, even now, all I do is dream and pray, moving that, I can see my
home again.
How we miss our G's, even now, all I do is dream and pray, moving that, I can see my
home again.
I really miss you, I really, really miss you, feel me.
