[Biggie] (Lil 'Cease)
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Fam, you know wha I'm sayin? (No doubt man)
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The motherfuckin shit just get me so motherfuckin mad cause
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you know, that was my nigga, you know, and like
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I had just got the nigga Puff card and shit (yeah)
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I knew the shit was bout to go down,
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and my man was like hypin me bout everywhere we go, me and O
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(Pluggin it) Me and O be together
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And the nigga be like "Watch, I'm tellin you when my man get on,
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it's gonna be some shit; we ain't gonna have to sell this shit
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no mo', I'm tellin you" (Aight?)
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And the nigga just got moked out like that man (Tch)
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That shit fucked me up man
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(That shit fucked a whole lot of niggaz up man)
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Yo man, I loved that nigga O too (say word)
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That was my motherfuckin heart
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[Notorious B.I.G.]
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Yeah, dedicatin this to my nigga O
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We miss you nigga
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Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle
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Word up, shit is real in the field
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You know, sparkin blunts to all you niggaz
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Word up
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[112]
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Each and every day
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The daydreams of how we used to be
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See your family
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And that baby's lookin just like you
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Why'd you go away
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I've been missin you lately
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Tell me what you're goin through, oh yeah
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Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.
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I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour
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Got my man a beat down to the third power
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He didn't care, spent the money in a half hour
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Got some fishscale, rained on competition like a shower
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Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin
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In eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with Half Steppin
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A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon
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We was king till the G's crept in
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And now I'm missin em
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Chorus: 112
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Ooh, I'm missin you
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Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
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Ooh, I'm missin you
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Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why
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Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.
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We work all week, weekends we play the movies
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We rock flatops, our girls rocked doobies
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Made a killin, even though the D's knew me
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Eventually, you know they try to do me, fuck it
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Fed up, my nigga wanted to take it down South
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Sick of cops comin, sick of throwin jacks in his mouth
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Gave him half my paper, told 'em go that route
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Few months, he got his brain blown out
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Now I'm stressed
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His baby's mother, she trippin, blamin me
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And his older brothers, understand, the game it be
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Kinda topsy turvy; you win some, you lose some
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Damn, they lost a brother - they mother lost a son
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Fuck, why my nigga couldn't stay in NY?
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I'm a thug, but I swear for three days I cried
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I look in the sky and ask God why
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Can't look his baby girls in the eye
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Damn I miss you
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G.
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There was this girl around the way that make cats drool
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Her name's Drew, played fools out they money in pool
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People swore we was fuckin but we was just cool
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She used to hang while I slang my drugs after school
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She'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries
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My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me
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A little closer than the average girl's supposed to be
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Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her
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Then she started messin with some major players
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Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers
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A dread kid, had a baby fore that bitch Taya
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Found out her baby's father cheatin, now Drew she gotta slay her
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One night, across from the corner store
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Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four
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Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door
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The dude lived, what my baby had to die for
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We missin her
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Chorus
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Miss U
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Notorious B.I.G |