Miss U - 2005 Remaster

Fam, you know what I'm sayin'? No doubt man

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

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"

And the nigga just got moked out like that man

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

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 fish scale, 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

We work all week, weekends we play the movies

We rock flattops, 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

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

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

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

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

Ooh, I'm missin' you

Tell me why the road turns, why it turns