[Notorious B.I.G.]
Yeah, dedicatin this to my [bad word] O
We miss you [bad word] Goin out to all the niggas that died in the [bad word] Word up, [bad word] is real in the field
You know, sparkin blunts for all you niggaz
Word up

Each and every day
The 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 your going through

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 fishgales, ain't [bad word] that could sour
Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead kevin
In eighty-eight, when [bad word]  with Half Steppin
thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon
We was king till the D's crept in
And now I'm missin em
 [bad word] 

Ooh, I'm missin you
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
Ooh, I'm missin you
Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why

Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.

We work all week,week ends play the movies
We rock flatops, our girls rocked the doobies
Made a killin, even though the D's knew me
Eventually, you know they try to do me [bad word] it
Fed up, my [bad word] want to take it down south
Sick of [bad word]  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
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 [bad word]  they lost a brother
They mother lost a son [bad word]  why my [bad word] 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 [bad word] I'm missin you
 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] but we was just cool
She used to hang while I slang my [bad word] after school
She'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries
My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me
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
dread kid, had a baby fore that [bad word] Taya
Found out her baby's father cheatin, 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
We missin her
 [bad word]