The Notorious B.I.G. - Miss U (2014 Remaster)

Fam, you know what I'm sayin? (No doubt, man) The motherfuckin shit just get me so motherfuckin' mad 'Cause, you know, that was my nigga, you know And like, I had just got the nigga Puff card and shit (yeah) I knew the shit was 'bout to go down And my man was like hyping me 'Bout everywhere we go, me and O (pluggin' it) Me and O be together, and the nigga be like "Watch, I'm telling you when my man get on It's gonna be some shit, we ain't gonna have to sell this shit no mo' I'm telling you" (aight?) And the nigga just got moked out like that, man That shit fucked me up, man (That shit fucked a whole lot of niggas up, man) Yo, man, I loved that nigga O too (say word) That was my motherfuckin' heart Yeah, dedicating this to my nigga O We miss you, nigga Going out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the field You know, sparkin' blunts to all you niggas, word up Each and every day 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 what you're going through, oh yeah Uhh, uhh 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, reigned on competition like a shower Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin In '88, when Kane ruled with "Half Steppin'" A 38, a lot of mouth was our only weapon We was kings 'til the D's crept in And now I'm missin' him Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, I'm missin' you (missin' you) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Oh tell me why, why, why, why Uhh, we work all week, weekends we play the movies We rocked flattops, 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 wanted to take it down South Sick of cops coming, sick of throwing 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 N.Y.? 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'm missin' him Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) Tell me why the road turns, why it turns (Tell me, tell me why) Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) Nah nah nah nah nah Oh, tell me why, why (Tell me, tell me why) why, why There was this girl around the way that made 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 joints 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 cheating 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? I'm missin' her Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) Tell me why the road turns, why it turns (Tell me, tell me why, ooh) Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Oh, tell me why, why, why, why (oh God, tell me why) Ooh, I'm missin' you (tell me, tell me why) Tell me why the road turns, why it turns (ooh, ooh) Ooh, I'm missin' you (missin' you) Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Oh, tell me why, why, why, why Ooh, I'm missin' you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, I'm missin' you