Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miss U, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Date of issue: 03.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Miss U |
| 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 hypin me bout everywhere we go, me and O |
| (Pluggin it) Me and O be together |
| And the nigga be like Watch, I’m tellin 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 tellin you (Aight?) |
| And the nigga just got moked out like that man (Tch) |
| That shit fucked me up man |
| (That shit fucked a whole lot of niggaz up man) |
| Yo man, I loved that nigga O too (say word) |
| That was my motherfuckin heart |
| 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 what you’re goin through, oh yeah |
| 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, rained on competition like a shower |
| Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin |
| 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 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, weekends we 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 wanted 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 |
| 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 |