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Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga oWe miss you niggaGoin out to all the niggas that died in the struggleWord up, shit is real in the fieldYou know, sparkin blunts to all you niggazWord upEach and every dayThe daydreams of how we used to beSee your familyAnd that baby's lookin just like youWhy'd you go awayI've been missin you latelyTell me why you're gone and thruVerse one: notorious b.i.g.I remember sellin three bricks of straight flourGot my man a beat down to the third powerHe didn't care, spent the money in a half hourGot some fishscale, ain't no competition that could sourGot the coke cooked up, a crackhead heavenIn eighty-eight, when kane ruled, with half steppinA thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weaponWe was king till the g's crept inAnd now I'm missin emChorus:Ooh, I'm missin youTell me why the road turns, why it turnsOoh, I'm missin youNah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why whyVerse two: notorious b.i.g.We work all week, we dancin, play the moviesWe rock flatops, our girls rocked doobiesMade a killin, even though the d's knew meEventually, you know they try to do meFuck itFed up, my nigga want to take it down southSick of cops comin, sick of throwin jacks in his mouthGave him half my paper, told 'em go that routeFew months, he got his brain blown outNow I'm stressedHis baby's mother, she trippin, blamin meAnd his older brothers, understand, the game it beKinda topsy turvyYou win some, you lose someDamn, they lost a brotherThey mother lost a sonFuck, why my nigga couldn't stay in ny? I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I criedI look in the sky and ask God wh圜an't look his baby girls in the eyeDamn I miss youChorusVerse three: notorious b.i.g. 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 112 Each and every day The.