Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga O
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
The daydreams of how we used to be
And that baby's lookin just like you
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
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
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
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
His baby's mother, she trippin, blamin me
And his older brothers, understand, the game it be
You win some, you lose some
Damn, they lost a brother
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
[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