[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