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Miss You
The LOX & T-Pain
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Pizzle, yeah
Uh
Boop, boop (boo)
What are you afraid of?
You ain't gotta show us what you're made of
I know you brave, yeah
Let me pick you up when you fall
'Cause you know they won't miss you at all, uh-huh
If things keep going how they going
They won't miss you at all
The sad thing is, everybody know it
They won't miss you
Momma cryin', daddy high, you slept on the floor (damn)
Rent is due, shots poppin', sound like we at war
Can't go in that bitch, too many niggas in the store (oh, you sacred?)
Police coming, hide the guns, give shawty that raw
Why you think I be on tour? I get money, I want more
Niggas hate to see you ballin', they wish that you was poor
Don't no streets love me, just my fans and some niggas I relate to (facts)
'Cause if you doing good, they gon' hate you
Couplะต in the ground and couple in the Fะตds
I could visit a couple of 'em, but a couple of 'em dead
Had a rough life homie, ain't none of it was smooth
I was born in these streets, I'm just smart enough to move, bitch
What are you afraid of?
You ain't gotta show us what you're made of
I know you brave, yeah
Let me pick you up when you fall
'Cause you know they won't miss you at all, uh-huh
If things keep going how they going
They won't miss you at all
The sad thing is, everybody know it
They won't miss you
Shit gotta get brighter, the homie got a lighter
And the raw in a fronto, in the fire
I used to watch the Wire, and watch for niggas wearing wires
Now I'm in the streetcar named desire (hah)
But I'm more like Vito movin' the olive oil
Had the rock in the foil after the pot'll boil (facts)
I was standing on the corner like, yeah, I got it for you (I got it)
If you looking for work, I got the product for you
You coulda hand me a gun, I woulda shot it for you
Now I'm out in Milan, probably coppin' Milano on you (ah)
Ill writer like Goines, I'm speaking Donald to you
I rather get to the coin than pop a hollow on you
What are you afraid of?
You ain't gotta show us what you're made of
I know you brave, yeah
Let me pick you up when you fall
'Cause you know they won't miss you at all, uh-huh
If things keep going how they going
They won't miss you at all
The sad thing is, everybody know it
They won't miss you
We ain't have everything we wanted, but had everything we needed
And every night, there was some dinner for us to eat it
Prayers and love to the thugs who really need it
Believe it, wake up in your cell, and get superseded
Know the loser don't get rewarded when you defeated
Or the mission don't get aborted 'til you complete it
All I know, if you can be taught it, then you could be it
And you should be able to afford it, if you can see it
Frustrations build up and push you to that point
Next stop, funeral home or a max joint
Streets don't love 'em, the dealers won't miss 'em
It's real in the field, even realer in the system, what's up?
What are you afraid of?
You ain't gotta show us what you're made of
I know you brave, yeah
Let me pick you up when you fall
'Cause you know they won't miss you at all, uh-huh
If things keep going how they going
They won't miss you at all
The sad thing is, everybody know it
They won't miss you
Miss you at all
Sad thing is, everybody know it
They won't miss you
Dreamin', dreamin'
Dreamin', dreamin'
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