The Notorious B.I.G., 112 - Miss U lyrics

Fam, you know what I'm sayin? (No doubt, man)
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
(yeah) i knew the shit 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 nigga be like
"Watch, I'm telling you when my man get
On, it's gonna be some shit
We ain't gonna have to sell this shit no mo'
I'm telling you" (aight?)
And the nigga just got moked out like that
Man (tch)
That shit fucked me up, man
(That shit fucked a whole lot of niggas up
Man)
Yo, man, I loved that nigga O too (say word)


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 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

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 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 D's crept in
And now I'm missin' him

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

Uhh, we work all week
Weekends we play the movies
We rocked flattops, our girls rocked doobies
Made a killin', even though the D's 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 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
Damn, they lost a brother
They mother lost a son
Fuck, why my nigga 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
Damn, I'm missin' him

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

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 fuckin'
But we was just cool
She used to hang while I
Slang my joints after school
She'd watch my mom
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
Niggas called them the Bricklayers
A dread kid, had a baby 'fore that bitch 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 passenger door
The dude lived – what my baby had to die for?
I'm missin' her

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