[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    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 why you're gone and thru    [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, 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    [Chorus:]    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, 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    [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]