Missing Our G’s Fat Pat (Ft. Double D & H.A.W.K.)

[Intro: Fat Pat]
Man, sitting here thinking
Knowing I miss y'all boys, man
I hope y'all feel this, we miss you

[Hook: Fat Pat]
How we, miss our G's
Every night, all I do is dream and pray
Hoping that, I can see my homie again
How we, miss our G's
Every night, all I do is dream and pray
Hoping that, I can see my homie again

[Verse 1: H.A.W.K.]
It's been a whole year, you've been gone
And I still find it hard, to just hold on
Everybody misses you, P-A-T
Especially your down ass partna, that's me
Always on my mind, everytime I turn around
Up early in the morning, watch em put you in the ground
A sad day it is, on this New Years
It seems like the heaven from above, sheds tears
All my ghetto peers, dead or on lock
25 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 K.K
Hoping that I see you boys again, one day
Daytime from the Tre, Big Butler from that N
Both of the Bubba twins, doing time in the Pen
Partnas mean we kin, 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
The ghetto's 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 kinfolk
Po' out the liquor, roll a gang of smoke
I'm missing my homies mo' and mo', and mo' you feel me