(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 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:
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 '88, the 'caine ruled, we half-steppin
A .38, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon
We was king till the G's crept in
And now I'm missin 'em
Chorus
Ooh, I'm missin you
Tell me why the world turns, why it turns
Ooh, I'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 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
