(biggie talkin)
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 niggas
Word up
Intro
Each and every day
The daydreams of how we used to be
See your family
And that babyand's lookin just like you
Whyand'd you go away
Iand've been missin you lately
Tell me why youand're gone and thru
Verse one:
I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour
Got my man a beat down to the third power
He didnand't care, spent the money in a half hour
Got some fishscale, ainand't no competition that could sour
Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead heaven
In and'88, the and'caine ruled, we half-steppin
A .38, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon
We was king till the gand's crept in
And now iand'm missin and'em
Chorus
Ooh, iand'm missin you
Tell me why the world turns, why it turns
Ooh, iand'm missin you
Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why
Verse two:
We work all week, we dancin, play the movies
We rock flatops, our girls rocked doobies
Made a killin, even though the dand'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 and'em go that route
Few months, he got his brain blown out
Now iand'm stressed
His babyand'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 couldnand't stay in ny?
Iand'm a thug, but i swear for three days i cried
I look in the sky and ask god why
Canand't look his baby girls in the eye
Damn i miss you
Chorus
Verse three:
There was this girl around the way that make cats drool
Her names drew, played fools out they money in pool
People swore we was fuckin but we was just cool
She used to hang while i slang my drugs after school
Sheand'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries
My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me
A little closer than the average girland's supposed to be
Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her
Then she started messin with some major players
Handled keys, niggas called them the bricklayers
A dread kid, had a baby and'fore that bitch taya
Found out her babyand's father cheatin, now drew she got tah slay her
One night, across from the corner store
Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four
Squeezed all six shots in the passneger door
The dude lived, what my baby had to die for
We missin her
Chorus
