Miss U Lyrics - 112

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 

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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 

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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