Notorious B. I. G. - Miss U lyrics
rate me[notorious b.i.g.]<br>Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga o<br>We miss you nigga<br>Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle<br>Word up, shit is real in the field<br>You know, sparkin blunts to all you niggaz<br>Word up<br><br>Each and every day<br>The daydreams of how we used to be<br>See your family<br>And that baby's lookin just like you<br>Why'd you go away<br>I've been missin you lately<br>Tell me why you're gone and thru<br><br>Verse one: notorious b.i.g.<br><br>I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour<br>Got my man a beat down to the third power<br>He didn't care, spent the money in a half hour<br>Got some fishscale, ain't no competition that could sour<br>Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead heaven<br>In eighty-eight, when kane ruled, with half steppin<br>A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon<br>We was king till the g's crept in<br>And now I'm missin em<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Ooh, I'm missin you<br>Tell me why the road turns, why it turns<br>Ooh, I'm missin you<br>Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why<br><br>Verse two: notorious b.i.g.<br><br>We work all week, we dancin, play the movies<br>We rock flatops, our girls rocked doobies<br>Made a killin, even though the d's knew me<br>Eventually, you know they try to do me<br>Fuck it<br>Fed up, my nigga want to take it down south<br>Sick of cops comin, sick of throwin jacks in his mouth<br>Gave him half my paper, told 'em go that route<br>Few months, he got his brain blown out<br>Now I'm stressed<br>His baby's mother, she trippin, blamin me<br>And his older brothers, understand, the game it be<br>Kinda topsy turvy<br>You win some, you lose some<br>Damn, they lost a brother<br>They mother lost a son<br>Fuck, why my nigga couldn't stay in ny? <br>I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried<br>I look in the sky and ask God why<br>Can't look his baby girls in the eye<br>Damn I miss you<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse three: notorious b.i.g.<br><br>There was this girl around the way that make cats drool<br>Her name's drew, played fools out they money in pool<br>People swore we was fuckin but we was just cool<br>She used to hang while I slang my drugs after school<br>She'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries<br>My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me<br>A little closer than the average girl's supposed to be<br>Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her<br>Then she started messin with some major players<br>Handled keys, niggas called them the bricklayers<br>A dread kid, had a baby fore that bitch taya<br>Found out her baby's father cheatin, now drew she gotta slay her<br>One night, across from the corner store<br>Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four<br>Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door<br>The dude lived, what my baby had to die for<br>We missin her<br><br>Chorus
