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letra de i miss you - bizzy bone

bizzy bone-(sho shot)-
(i miss you) see this is tru life

-sho shot-(bizzy bone)-
i miss you, i miss you/ yes, i do (for all my folks on lock) for my g’s that are locked down, we’re gonna lace it for you, yeah (thug luv)

-tru life-
yo’ this heres to the homie p, dreggin’ they chrome/ hold your head, stay outta trouble and just to grow up/ i put it down with bizzy bone, so you know that it’s on/ i miss y’all n-ggas to death, i put my heart in this song/ to make the biggest n-ggas drop tears way up in attica, sittin’ in they cells, doin’ push-ups, i ain’t mad at ‘cha/ i’m tryin to get this money up to free ya cuz and unite all of the thugs, latin kings, crips, bloods/ hey yo’ blas, what up n-gga? you’s a wild–ss cat/ if i had a penny for every time you got knocked, i’d be rich, black/ it’s time to come home, settle down, and switch that, and find a new life, and walk in the path of allah/ robert jane and mike motorson, i really miss ya’ll/ i really miss ya’ll man

-sho shot-(tru life)-chorus-
i miss you (i miss ya’ll n-ggas baby) there’s no other way to say it (word to the mother man. i can’t live without ya’ll man) and i can’t live without you/ i miss, i miss you (ya’ll n-ggas hurry up and get home, man. i need ya’ll home man) for all my g.i.’s that’s locked, we laced it (i love ya’ll.) and i can’t live without you

-bizzy bone-
she tellin’ me ‘ooh, what we gon’ do?’ get out the county, my celly was yellin’ so loudly/ the sky was so cloudy when i just made bail and i’m outtie/ but daddy was doped up, loc’d up on the police/ 138 snub and a drugged out thug, hopin’ to detox, instillin’ no love to be locked down/ lookin’ down these hilltops, drink hennessey, feelin’ my tears drop/ we’re not cryin’ cause we’re dyin’/ we’re cryin’ we don’t know who’s next, but fear not/ political prisoners and lil’ n-ggas, ya’ll all scared nigs/ somebody start a riot, k!llas i came up with and dealers i know who stay quiet/ no letters, but big boxes, pictures of her naked, she’s a fox/ hope you like it/ p-ss it around and get some contraband and set up your shop/ set up your shop/ set up your shop/ set up your shop (sellin’ weed brownies and hooch) clock some money, keep your c-ck to yourself, watch out for the haters, there’s my lock down love/ papa’ll tell/ papa’ll tell/ two double-8 that double-8 zero/ we low key thuggin’ lil’ gambino, you know

-sho shot-(bizzy bone)-chorus-
i miss you (robert ullyses flores) there’s no other way to say it (timothy combs. white boi roy, haha. tai.) and i can’t live without you/ i miss, i miss you (st. clair. homie keep thuggin’ keep thuggin’) for all my g.i.’s that’s locked, we laced it (locked down love) and i can’t live without you

-tru life-
yo’ every night before i go to bed i pray for my n-ggas that’s locked down in maximum prisons doin’ crazily years/ like my cousin jewel, who ain’t touched the streets in years/ i miss him to death and can’t wait till he touch ground/ especially now that joey handz gave us a chance to tour across the land, get rich and cop lex lan’s/ d-mn, i wish you was home to help me blow my advance/ soon as i get some real paper i’m a take care of your seeds/ son, that’s worked to achieve, you ain’t got to worry/ i’m a hit you with about 20 g’s in commersary/ son, i know i haven’t been there throughout your whole bid cause i was always broke, stressed out, depressed and sh-t, but i always thought about you and the things you did/ you was a wild n-gga, probably the wildest in the crew/ but i bet if you could go back you wouldn’t of bodied duke if you knew pullin’ that trigger was k!llin’ yourself too/ and leavin’ me and the world and the fam. just missin’ you

-sho shot-(tru life)-chorus-
i miss you (word up cuz. i miss you baby. i miss you man.) there’s no other way to say it (i don’t even know how to say it man) and i can’t live without you/ i miss, i miss you (i miss all of ya’ll that’s locked up man. blas, raul, mike all ya’ll n-ggas man) for all my g.i.’s that’s locked, we laced it (word up, what’s up baby?) and i can’t live without you

-tru life-outro-
to all my motherf-ckin’ south central n-ggas out there, in the pen, somewhere, thinkin’ about this sh-t here. (we miss ya’ll baby.) i miss ya’ll n-ggas man. my n-gga lil’ gc, uh. you did about 18, time to come home n-gga. yeah. rest in peace duke, boi. (what up baby? dig that.) sick -ss n-ggas baby. (we out.) i’m a get ya’ll n-ggas. uh. tru life. sho shot. bizzy bone. you know, mojo, ya heard me? doja

- bizzy bone

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