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Notorious B. I. G.

Miss U

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Текст песни Notorious B. I. G. - Miss U

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[Notorious B.I.G.]Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga OWe miss you niggaGoin out to all the niggas that died in the struggleWord up, shit is real in the fieldYou know, sparkin blunts to all you niggazWord up Each and every dayThe daydreams of how we used to beSee your familyAnd that baby`s lookin just like youWhy`d you go awayI`ve been missin you latelyTell me why you`re gone and thru [Verse One] [Notorious B.I.G.]I remember sellin three bricks of straight flourGot my man a beat down to the third powerHe didn`t care, spent the money in a half hourGot some fishscale, ain`t no competition that could sourGot the coke cooked up, a crackhead heavenIn eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with Half SteppinA thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weaponWe was king till the G`s crept inAnd now I`m missin em Chorus: Ooh, I`m missin youTell me why the road turns, why it turnsOoh, I`m missin youNah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why [Verse Two] [Notorious B.I.G.]We work all week, we dancin, play the moviesWe rock flatops, our girls rocked doobiesMade a killin, even though the D`s knew meEventually, you know they try to do meFuck itFed up, my nigga want to take it down southSick of cops comin, sick of throwin jacks in his mouthGave him half my paper, told `em go that routeFew months, he got his brain blown outNow I`m stressedHis baby`s mother, she trippin, blamin meAnd his older brothers, understand, the game it beKinda topsy turvyYou win some, you lose someDamn, they lost a brotherThey mother lost a sonFuck, why my nigga couldn`t stay in NY?I`m a thug, but I swear for three days I criedI look in the sky and ask God whyCan`t look his baby girls in the eye Damn I miss you Chorus [Verse Three] [Notorious B.I.G.]There was this girl around the way that make cats droolHer name`s Drew, played fools out they money in poolPeople swore we was fuckin but we was just coolShe used to hang while I slang my drugs after schoolShe`d watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceriesMy little sister, the girl was kinda close to meA little closer than the average girl`s supposed to beFar from a lover, my girl was jealous of herThen she started messin with some major playersHandled keys, niggas called them the BricklayersA dread kid, had a baby fore that bitch TayaFound out her baby`s father cheatin, now Drew she gotta slay herOne night, across from the corner storeTaya ran around the block with a chrome four-fourSqueezed all six shots in the passenger doorThe dude lived, what my baby had to die forWe missin her Chorus

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