text: 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