[Biggie] (Lil 'Cease)

Fam, you know wha 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 (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 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" (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 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



[112]

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



Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.



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 fishscale, 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



Chorus: 112



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



Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.



We work all week, weekends we play the movies

We rock flatops, 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



Chorus



Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.



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



Chorus