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[Biggie] (Lil `Cease)Fam, you know wha I`m sayin? (No doubt man) The motherfuckin shit just get me so motherfuckin mad causeyou know, that was my nigga, you know, and likeI 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 togetherAnd 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 [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[112]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 what you`re goin through, oh yeahVerse 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, rained on competition like a showerGot the coke cooked up, a crackhead KevinIn 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 emChorus: 112Ooh, 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 whyVerse Two: Notorious B.I.G.We work all week, weekends we play the moviesWe rock flatops, our girls rocked doobiesMade a killin, even though the D`s knew meEventually, you know they try to do me, fuck itFed up, my nigga wanted 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 turvy; you win some, you lose someDamn, they lost a brother - they 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 eyeDamn I miss youChorusVerse 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

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