歌词
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  for  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  gone  away
I've  been  missin  you  lately
Tell  me  why  you're  gone  and  thru
O  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  fishscale,ain't  no  competition  that  could  sour
Got  the  coke  cooked  up,a  crackhead  heaven
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,we  dancin,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  want  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
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  f*ckin  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
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