Miss U - 2014 Remaster

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 (yeah)
 I knew the shit was 'bout to go down
 And my man was like hyping me
 'Bout everywhere we go, me and O (pluggin' it)
 Me and O be together, and the nigga be like
 "Watch, I'm telling 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 telling you" (aight?)
 And the nigga just got moked out like that, man
 That shit fucked me up, man
 (That shit fucked a whole lot of niggas up, man)
 Yo, man, I loved that nigga O too (say word)
 That was my motherfuckin' heart
 
 Yeah, dedicating this to my nigga O
 We miss you, nigga
 Going out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle
 Word up, shit is real in the field
 You know, sparkin' blunts to all you niggas, word up
 Each and every day
 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 going through, oh yeah
 Uhh, uhh
 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, reigned on competition like a shower
 Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin
 In '88, when Kane ruled with "Half Steppin'"
 A 38, a lot of mouth was our only weapon
 We was kings 'til the D's crept in
 And now I'm missin' him
 Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
 Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
 Ooh, I'm missin' you (missin' you)
 Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
 Oh tell me why, why, why, why
 Uhh, we work all week, weekends we play the movies
 We rocked 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 coming, sick of throwing 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 N.Y.?
 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'm missin' him
 Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
 Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
 (Tell me, tell me why)
 Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
 Nah nah nah nah nah
 Oh, tell me why, why
 (Tell me, tell me why) why, why
 There was this girl around the way that made 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 joints 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 cheating
 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?
 I'm missin' her
 Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
 Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
 (Tell me, tell me why, ooh)
 Ooh, I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
 Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
 Oh, tell me why, why, why, why (oh God, tell me why)
 Ooh, I'm missin' you (tell me, tell me why)
 Tell me why the road turns, why it turns (ooh, ooh)
 Ooh, I'm missin' you (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