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    Yeah, dedicatin' this to my nigga O
    We miss you nigga
    Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle
    Word up, sh*t 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


    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
    D*mn I miss you


    Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.

    There was this girl around the way that make cats drool
    Her name's Drew, played fools out they money in pool
    People swore we was f*ckin but we was just cool
    She used to hang while I slang my drugs after school
    She'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 girl'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 fore that bitch Taya
    Found out her baby's father cheatin, now Drew she gotta 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 passenger door
    The dude lived, what my baby had to die for
    We missin her


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