[Chorus]
My nigga gone, in the physical life
That don`t mean I can`t fly you a kite
See, I don`t know if I ever told you I love you
But nigga I do
[Big Pokey]
I miss my dog, wish I could kiss my dog
When I heard you clocked out, I was pissed off dog
I sit back, reminisce with Cold Jack
Smoke it, looking at Kodaks
Pictures and thangs, photo albums and picture frames
Kin folk, I miss you man
Still got your number locked in my cell phone
(28-2686-18-6) my nigga gone
Holding on, S.U.C. holding it down
Banging Screw, mobbing through H-Town
My nine, know you done bumped into P-A-T
Hook up with Pac, B.I.G. and Eazy-E
Sweets, wanna let y`all know we in mash mode
Bout to tear the rap industry a new ass hole
Wrecking shop, just like it`s supposed to go
Put that on my nigga, Mafio
[Chorus - 2x]
[Chris Ward]
O.G.`s in my hood use to hit Screw`s house
Chop a gang of music till the mics blew out
They would spit flows, about how they would hit hoes
And whop swangers working 16 switches on 6-4`s
It`s been seven years, since we first met
And six years, since I first jumped on tape and repped my set
Then you labeled me, a young lyrical threat
And this is for those, who haven`t witnessed the miracle yet
Me and my bro Sensei, we about to take over
And give this game, a Mobstyle makeover
Thanks to you Screw shit, I`m who I am
And how they feel about Texas, I don`t give a damn
This message is from your B.G., young thug C. Ward
I stay repping you, it`s one love
Fore` my world comes to an end, I`m going out with my men
Screwed Up Click setting a trend
[Chorus - 2x]
[Big Pokey]
I miss making tapes at 6 in the morn
Leave go to Franks, come back till you home
Gone, niggas taking aces straight, to the dome
Falling asleep, on the phone
Ace game in the garage, I`ma put your name on the
Plates of my narge, because of you I`m large
And my name is still swelling
D. June 27, 9-6 is still selling
S.U.C. for life, it`s hard to stay strong
When I see your wife, holding it down
One deep, getting fucked up rolling around
A young nigga smoking and crying
Toking pine, trying to get my head right
Late night, a nigga running red lights
I`m all right, I know you in a better spot
This your nigga Sensei, signing out
[Chorus - 4x]
