[Notorious B.I.G.] Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga O We miss you nigga Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the field You know, sparkin blunts to all you niggaz Word up
Each and every day The daydreams of how we used to be See your family And that baby s lookin just like you Why d you go away I ve been missin you lately Tell me why you re gone and thru
[Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]
I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour Got my man a beat down to the third power He didn t care, spent the money in a half hour Got some fishscale, ain t no competition that could sour Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead heaven In eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with Half Steppin A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon We was king till the G s crept in And now I m missin em
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Ooh, I m missin you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, I m missin you Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why
[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
We work all week, we dancin, play the movies We rock flatops, our girls rocked doobies Made a killin, even though the D s knew me Eventually, you know they try to do me Fuck it Fed up, my nigga want to take it down south Sick of cops comin, sick of throwin jacks in his mouth Gave him half my paper, told em go that route Few months, he got his brain blown out Now I m stressed His baby s mother, she trippin, blamin me And his older brothers, understand, the game it be Kinda topsy turvy You win some, you lose some Damn, they lost a brother They mother lost a son Fuck, why my nigga couldn t stay in NY? I m a thug, but I swear for three days I cried I look in the sky and ask God why Can t look his baby girls in the eye Damn I miss you