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 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 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 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  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 yeah1