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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Notorious B.I.G.
Vocals
Daron Jones
Background Vocals
Michael Keith
Background Vocals
Quinnes Parker
Background Vocals
Diana Ross
Sampled Artist
Marvin "Slim" Scandrick
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keir Lamont Gist
Songwriter
Lionel Richie
Songwriter
Christopher Wallace
Songwriter
Darren Lighty
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lane Craven
Mixing Engineer
Sean "Puffy" Combs
Mixing Engineer
Diana Pedraza
Recording Engineer
Michael Patterson
Recording Engineer
Lynn Montrose
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Jones
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kay-Gee
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Each and everyday
Daydreams of how we used to be
See your family
And that baby's lookin' just like you
But you're gone, away
I've been missin' you lately
Tell me what you're goin' through
Oh, yeah
[Verse 2]
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 '88, when Kane ruled
With half steppin'
A thirty-eight, a lot of mouth
Was our only weapon
We was kings till the D's crept in
And now I'm missin' 'em
[Verse 3]
I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
Tell me why the road turns
Why it turns
I'm missin' you (Missin' you)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Oh, tell me, why, why, why, why?
[Verse 4]
We work all week
Weekends, we play the movies
We rock flattops
Our girls rock doobies
Made a killin'
Even though the D's knew me
Eventually, you know
They tried to do me, fuck it
Fed up, my **** want to
Take it down south
Sick of cops comin'
Sick of throwin' jacks in his mouth
Gave him half my paper
Told him, go that route
Few months
He got his brains blown out
Now, I'm stressed
His baby 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 ****
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
[Verse 5]
I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
Tell me why the road turns
Why it turns
I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Oh, tell me, why, why, why, why?
[Verse 6]
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, **** called them
The Bricklayers
A dread kid
Had a baby 'fore that bitch Taya
Found out her baby 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' 'em
[Verse 7]
I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
Tell me why the road turns
Why it turns
I'm missin' you (I'm missin' you)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Oh, tell me, why, why, why, why?
[Verse 8]
I'm missin' you
Tell me why the road turns
Why it turns
I'm missin' you (Missin' you)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Oh, tell me, why, why, why, why?
[Verse 9]
I'm missin' you
Tell me why the road turns
Why it turns
Written by: Darren F. Lighty, Keir Lamont Gist, Lionel Richie, The Notorious B.I.G.