Bizzy Bone - I Miss You lyrics
[Bizzy Bone - I Miss You lyrics]
(I miss you) See this is Tru Life
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)
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 niggas to death
I put my heart in this song
To make the biggest niggas 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 nigga? You's a wild-ass 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
I miss you
(I miss ya'll niggas 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 niggas hurry up and get home
Man i need ya'll home man) For all
My GI's that's locked, we laced it
(I love ya'll) And I can't live without you
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' niggas
Ya'll all scared nigs somebody start a riot
Killas 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
Pass 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
Cock 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
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 GI's that's locked, we laced it
(Locked down love) And I
Can't live without you
Yo' every night before I go to
Bed I pray for my
Niggas 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
Damn, 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 shit
But, I always thought about you
And the things you did you was a wild nigga
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 killin' yourself too
And leavin' me and the world and
The fam just missin' you
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
Niggas man) For all my GI's that's locked
We laced it (Word up
What's up baby?) And I can't live without you
To all my motherfuckin' South Central niggas
Out there, in the Pen, somewhere
Thinkin' about this shit here
(We miss ya'll baby) I miss ya'll
Niggas man my nigga Lil' GC, uh you
Did about 18, time to come home
Nigga yeah rest in peace Duke
Boi (What up baby? Dig that) Sick ass niggas baby (We out) I'm a get ya'll niggas uh tru Life sho Shot bizzy Bone you know, mojo
Ya heard me? Doja
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)
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 niggas to death
I put my heart in this song
To make the biggest niggas 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 nigga? You's a wild-ass 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
I miss you
(I miss ya'll niggas 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 niggas hurry up and get home
Man i need ya'll home man) For all
My GI's that's locked, we laced it
(I love ya'll) And I can't live without you
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' niggas
Ya'll all scared nigs somebody start a riot
Killas 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
Pass 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
Cock 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
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 GI's that's locked, we laced it
(Locked down love) And I
Can't live without you
Yo' every night before I go to
Bed I pray for my
Niggas 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
Damn, 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 shit
But, I always thought about you
And the things you did you was a wild nigga
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 killin' yourself too
And leavin' me and the world and
The fam just missin' you
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
Niggas man) For all my GI's that's locked
We laced it (Word up
What's up baby?) And I can't live without you
To all my motherfuckin' South Central niggas
Out there, in the Pen, somewhere
Thinkin' about this shit here
(We miss ya'll baby) I miss ya'll
Niggas man my nigga Lil' GC, uh you
Did about 18, time to come home
Nigga yeah rest in peace Duke
Boi (What up baby? Dig that) Sick ass niggas baby (We out) I'm a get ya'll niggas uh tru Life sho Shot bizzy Bone you know, mojo
Ya heard me? Doja