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 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 position, shit I never changed and I miss ya, and it's strange But I never forget ya Though that ain't you with them bitches homie And I know that ain't you with that dissin 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 theirs, I gotta give homie, and yea We still a army in this bitch homie Yeah Cash Money still the shit homie, shit, homie! What's really real is you feelin 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 missin me, Gizzle, but Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again Man, I miss my dawgs, many nights club poppin Many nights we were blowin trees, many nights we were hustlin Man I miss my dawgs, me and you through thick and thin Me and you through the very end, for only you I'll sin again