(Biggie talkin)

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 niggas

Word up

Intro

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:

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 '88, the 'caine ruled, we half-steppin

A .38, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon

We was king till the G's crept in

And now I'm missin 'em

Chorus

Ooh, I'm missin you

Tell me why the world turns, why it turns

Ooh, I'm missin you

Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why

Verse Two:

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