Fam, you know what Im sayin? 
The motherfuckin shit just get me so motherfuckin mad
‘Cause, you know, that was my nigga, you know
And like, I had just got the nigga Puff card and shit 
I knew the shit was bout to go down
And my man was like hyping me
Bout everywhere we go, me and O 
Me and O be together, and the nigga be like
Watch, Im telling you when my man get on, its gonna be some shit, we aint gonna have to sell this shit no mo
Im telling you 
And the nigga just got moked out like that, man 
That shit fucked me up, man
Yo, man, I loved that nigga O too 
That was my motherfuckin heart
Yeah, dedicating this to my nigga O
We miss you, nigga
Going out to all the young niggas that died in the struggle
Word up, shit is real in the field
You know, sparkin blunts to all you niggas; word up
Each and every day
Daydreams of how we used to be
See your family
And that babys lookin just like you
Whyd you go away?
Ive been missin you lately
Tell me what youre going through, oh yeah
Uhh, uhh
I remember sellin three bricks of straight flour
Got my man a beat down to the third power
He didnt care, spent the money in a half hour
Got some fishscale, reigned on competition like a shower
Got the coke 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 Ds crept in
And now Im missin him
Ooh, Im missin you 
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
Ooh, Im missin you 
Nah nah nah nah nah
Oh tell me why why why why
Uhh, we work all week, weekends we play the movies
We rocked flattops, our girls rocked doobies
Made a killin, even though the Ds knew me
Eventually, you know they try to do me
Fuck it! Fed up, my nigga 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 Im stressed
His babys mother, she trippin, blamin me
And his older brothers understand the game it be
Kinda topsy-turvy; you win some, you lose some
Damn, they lost a brother, they mother lost a son
Fuck, why my nigga couldnt stay in N.Y.?
Im a thug, but I swear for three days I cried
I, look in the sky and ask God why
Cant look his baby girls in the eye
Damn, Im missin him
Ooh, Im missin you 
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
Ooh, Im missin you 
Nah nah nah nah nah
Oh tell me why why
 why why
There was this girl around the way that made cats drool
Her names Drew, played fools out they money in pool
People swore we was fuckin, but we was just cool
She used to hang while I slang my joints after school
Shed 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 girls 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
A dread kid, had a baby fore that bitch Taya
Found out her babys 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 passenger door
The dude lived – what my baby had to die for?
Im missin her
Ooh, Im missin you 
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
Ooh, Im missin you 
Nah nah nah nah nah
Oh tell me why why why why 
Ooh, Im missin you 
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns 
Ooh, Im missin you 
Nah nah nah nah nah
Oh tell me why why why why
Ooh, Im missin you
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
Ooh, Im missin you