| The motherfuckin shit just get me so motherfuckin mad cause
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| you know, that was my nigga, you know, and like
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| I had just got the nigga Puff card and shit (yeah)
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| I knew the shit was bout to go down,
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| and my man was like hypin me bout everywhere we go, me and O
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| (Pluggin it) Me and O be together
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| And the nigga be like Watch, I’m tellin you when my man get on,
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| it’s gonna be some shit; |
| we ain’t gonna have to sell this shit
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| no mo', I’m tellin you (Aight?)
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| And the nigga just got moked out like that man (Tch)
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| That shit fucked me up man
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| (That shit fucked a whole lot of niggaz up man)
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| Yo man, I loved that nigga O too (say word)
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| That was my motherfuckin heart
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| Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga O We miss you nigga
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| Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle
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| Word up, shit is real in the field
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| You know, sparkin blunts to all you niggaz
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| Word up Each and every day
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| The daydreams of how we used to be See your family
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| And that baby’s lookin just like you
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| Why’d you go away
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| I’ve been missin you lately
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| Tell me what you’re goin through, oh yeah
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| Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.
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| I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour
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| Got my man a beat down to the third power
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| He didn’t care, spent the money in a half hour
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| Got some fishscale, rained on competition like a shower
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| Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin
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| In eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with Half Steppin
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| A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon
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| We was king till the G’s crept in And now I’m missin em Ooh, I’m missin you
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| Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
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| Ooh, I’m missin you
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| Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why
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| Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
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| We work all week, weekends we play the movies
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| We rock flatops, our girls rocked doobies
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| 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
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| Sick of cops comin, sick of throwin jacks in his mouth
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| Gave him half my paper, told 'em go that route
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| Few months, he got his brain blown out
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| Now I’m stressed
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| 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
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| Damn, they lost a brother — they mother lost a son
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| Fuck, why my nigga couldn’t stay in NY?
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| I’m a thug, but I swear for three days I cried
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| I look in the sky and ask God why
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| Can’t look his baby girls in the eye
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| Damn I miss you
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| Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.
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| There was this girl around the way that make cats drool
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| Her name’s Drew, played fools out they money in pool
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| People swore we was fuckin but we was just cool
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| She used to hang while I slang my drugs after school
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| She’d watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries
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| My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me
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| A little closer than the average girl’s supposed to be Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her
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| Then she started messin with some major players
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| Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers
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| A dread kid, had a baby fore that bitch Taya
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| Found out her baby’s father cheatin, now Drew she gotta slay her
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| One night, across from the corner store
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| Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four
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| Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door
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| The dude lived, what my baby had to die for
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| We missin her |