[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
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    [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 fuckin 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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