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letra de miss u - the notorious b.i.g.

[intro: the notorious b.i.g. (lil cease)]
fam, you know what i’m sayin? (no doubt, man)
the motherf-ckin sh-t just get me so motherf-ckin’ mad
‘cause, you know, that was my n-gga, you know
and like, i had just got the n-gga puff card and sh-t (yeah)
i knew the sh-t 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 n-gga be like
“watch, i’m telling you when my man get on, it’s gonna be some sh-t, we ain’t gonna have to sell this sh-t no mo’
i’m telling you” (aight?)
and the n-gga just got moked out like that, man (tch)
that sh-t f-cked me up, man
(that sh-t f-cked a whole lot of n-ggas up, man)
yo, man, i loved that n-gga o too (say word)
that was my motherf-ckin’ heart

[interlude: the notorious b.i.g.]
yeah, dedicating this to my n-gga o
we miss you, n-gga
going out to all the young n-ggas that died in the struggle
word up, sh-t is real in the field
you know, sparkin’ blunts to all you n-ggas; word up

[bridge: 112]
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

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g.]
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 compet-tion like a shower
got the c0ke 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

[chorus: 112]
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

[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g.]
uhh, we work all week, weekends we play the movies
we rocked flat tops, our girls rocked doobies
made a k!llin’, even though the d’s knew me
eventually, you know they try to do me
f-ck it! fed up, my n-gga 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
d-mn, they lost a brother, they mother lost a son
f-ck, why my n-gga 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
d-mn, i’m missin’ him

[chorus: 112]
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

[verse 3: the notorious b.i.g.]
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 f-ckin’, 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, n-ggas called them the bricklayers
a dread kid, had a baby ‘fore that b-tch 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 p-ssenger door
the dude lived – what my baby had to die for?
i’m missin’ her

[chorus: 112]
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

- the notorious b i g

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