Yeah, dedicatin' this to my nigga O We miss you nigga Goin' 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 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 you're goin' through, oh yeah 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, rained on competition like a shower Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin In eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with 'Half Steppin' A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth, was our only weapon We was king 'til the D's crept in And now I'm missin' 'em 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 We work all week, weekends we play the movies We rock flatops, 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 comin', sick of throwin' jacks in his mouth Gave him half my paper, told 'em go that route Few months, he got his brains 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'd, look in the sky and ask God why Can't look his baby girls in the eye Damn I'm missin' her 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 There was this girl around the way that made cats drool Her name 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 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, niggas called them the Bricklayers A dread kid, had a baby 'fore that bitch 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 I'm missin' her 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 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