(feat. Billy Cook)



[Hook]

Ain't a damn thang changed, we still up in this game

And you know, I really miss my nigga Screw-U

Everyday it be the same, we holding down the name

If you haters guaranteed, that we gon do you

Cause I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog

I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog

 

[Z-Ro]

You use to come, and scoop me

In the sharp, from the trailer park in Hiram-Clarke

Rolling blue over blades, daily many sherms we sparked

A lil' old playa steady fucking, with yellow to dark women

And we caught the munchies, had to hit that Horse Chicken

And when everybody said fuck me, you stood next to me

Gave me some game, then he told me I was S.U.C.

My nigga never had a hateful bone, in his body

And all he said was yes, he never said no to anybody

I ain't never, had a friend like him

I'm feeling vacated by destiny, wish I was in the wind like him

He took me to the Kappa for the first time, plus the car show

Late night ripping up the mic, and sipping bar slow

If I was doing bad, he would chunk me some ends

And if I was depressed, my dog'd get me laughing again

Telling me that I would make it, and he'd be behind me

Now every November 16th, niggas can't find me

 

[Hook]

 

[Trae]

What would I be without Screw, the only who ever showed me the way

To get paid, for spitting rhymes and wrecking mics on the stage

At the same time, the one who kept me keeping composure

Now I'm losing it tripping quick, with a chip on my shoulder

I remember living when we and you, would come and scoop us

Telling us one day we would get big, when nobody knew us

It was destined for you to shine, now the world Screwed up

We gon rep it to the full, everyday we blued up

Everything been feeling different, it'll never be the same

Screw I promise it be hard, but I'm still holding  down the name

We the team and now the Click, is number one in the Dirty South

We them street, them other niggas faking and selling out

That ain't right, but God knows we keeping your name alive

Niggas fly, they seen the opportunity when you died

Really though, these niggas blinding people with the fog

I ain't changed and I'ma rep you, and I really miss you dog

 

[Hook]

 

[Billy Cook]

It's the G-M, and S.L.A.B.

And your boy Billy Cook, repping that BMG

Mo City Gray Tapes, ain't the same without Screw

Dog, we really miss you on the one's and two's

Even when you pulled up, in the candy blue

On chops, even made hating ass niggas have to give you props

Because you gave back, to the streets

You gave back to the hood, and now we miss you my nigga

 

[singing]

Feel me, we really miss you my dog

We really miss my dog, ooooooh-ooooh-oooooh

Yeeeeah, we really miss you DJ Screw oooooh

Yeeeeeah yeah-ay-yeah, ooooooooh-yeah

We really I miss my dog, yeah I really miss my dog

I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog

I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog

I really miss my dog, DJ Screw yeeeeeeeeeeeah

S-L-A-B help me out, GM yeah Trae, Z-Ro

Ooh yeeeeeeeeeeah, oooooooooooh yeeeeeah

Yeeeeah-whooooooa, we really miss you my dog

Heeey-ay-heeey ha, heeeey-ay-yeeeeeeah-yeah