Lyrical Breakdown of Miss U - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Notorious B.I.G. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Miss U - 2005 Remaster" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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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 I knew the shit was 'bout to go down And my man was like hypin' me 'bout everywhere we go, me and O Pluggin' it, me and O be together And the nigga be like "Watch, I'm tellin' 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 tellin' you" And the nigga just got moked out like that man That shit fucked me up man That shit fucked a whole lot of niggaz up man Yo man, I loved that nigga O too, say word That was my motherfuckin' heart Yeah, dedicatin' this to my nigga O, we miss you nigga Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the field You know, sparkin' blunts to 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 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 fish scale, 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 till the G'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 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 comin', 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 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 miss you 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 make 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 drugs 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, we 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 Ooh, I'm missin' you Tell me why the road turns, why it turns