Miss U

<br>[Biggie] (Lil `Cease)<br>Fam, you know wha I`m sayin? (No doubt man) <br>The motherfuckin shit just get me so motherfuckin mad cause<br>you know, that was my nigga, you know, and like<br>I had just got the nigga Puff card and shit (yeah)<br>I knew the shit was bout to go down, <br>and my man was like hypin me bout everywhere we go, me and O<br>(Pluggin it) Me and O be together<br>And the nigga be like "Watch, I`m tellin you when my man get on,<br>it`s gonna be some shit; we ain`t gonna have to sell this shit <br>no mo`, I`m tellin you" (Aight?)<br>And the nigga just got moked out like that man (Tch)<br>That shit fucked me up man<br>(That shit fucked a whole lot of niggaz up man)<br>Yo man, I loved that nigga O too (say word)<br>That was my motherfuckin heart <br><br>[Notorious B.I.G.]<br>Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga O<br>We miss you nigga<br>Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle<br>Word up, shit is real in the field<br>You know, sparkin blunts to all you niggaz<br>Word up<br><br>[112]<br>Each and every day<br>The daydreams of how we used to be<br>See your family<br>And that baby`s lookin just like you<br>Why`d you go away<br>I`ve been missin you lately<br>Tell me what you`re goin through, oh yeah<br><br>Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.<br><br>I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour<br>Got my man a beat down to the third power<br>He didn`t care, spent the money in a half hour<br>Got some fishscale, rained on competition like a shower<br>Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin<br>In eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with Half Steppin<br>A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon<br>We was king till the G`s crept in<br>And now I`m missin em<br><br>Chorus: 112<br><br>Ooh, I`m missin you<br>Tell me why the road turns, why it turns<br>Ooh, I`m missin you<br>Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why<br><br>Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.<br><br>We work all week, weekends we play the movies<br>We rock flatops, our girls rocked doobies<br>Made a killin, even though the D`s knew me<br>Eventually, you know they try to do me, fuck it<br>Fed up, my nigga wanted to take it down South<br>Sick of cops comin, sick of throwin jacks in his mouth<br>Gave him half my paper, told `em go that route<br>Few months, he got his brain blown out<br>Now I`m stressed<br>His baby`s mother, she trippin, blamin me<br>And his older brothers, understand, the game it be<br>Kinda topsy turvy; you win some, you lose some<br>Damn, they lost a brother - they mother lost a son<br>Fuck, why my nigga couldn`t stay in NY?<br>I`m a thug, but I swear for three days I cried<br>I look in the sky and ask God why<br>Can`t look his baby girls in the eye<br>Damn I miss you<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.<br><br>There was this girl around the way that make cats drool<br>Her name`s Drew, played fools out they money in pool<br>People swore we was fuckin but we was just cool<br>She used to hang while I slang my drugs after school<br>She`d watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries<br>My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me<br>A little closer than the average girl`s supposed to be<br>Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her<br>Then she started messin with some major players<br>Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers<br>A dread kid, had a baby fore that bitch Taya<br>Found out her baby`s father cheatin, now Drew she gotta slay her<br>One night, across from the corner store<br>Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four<br>Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door<br>The dude lived, what my baby had to die for<br>We missin her<br><br>Chorus