Lil' Cease - Letter to B.I.G. lyrics

[Intro] This is my letter To my boy B.I Uh [Verse 1: Lil' Cease] Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace It's your boy ceaserlee I just wanna holla The world took you through hell hope you in heaven bro Talk to you in my prayers but here my letter go Roc home..Gutta locked The same on St.james you know we run the block And on your b-day gotta hit the weed and brew I look at Cj and Tianna all I see is you Me and Kim had a fallin out I love her like a Sis wish that I could call her now The M.A.F.I.A. doing there thing though Money L, Cheek, Bang, and Nino Rap's lame yo anyone could get a deal I rock with jada Ricky ross and Eminem Black Kangol reppin like if Biggies here But ain't sh** change though Diddy run the city still Remember mase parked by the hydrant The cops came with the warrants knocking A bunch of weed and some O's in the closets 5 guns I said 2 of those was my sh**s And it was plain to see I was eighteen but you would do the same for me Since you be gone can't tell you how life is now Now I miss you so much its hard for me to right this down I talk to faith every other week or two She been cool taking care of the Cs for you A lot of pain on this part of town But I can say mark & wayne holdin Ms. wallace down Still go through Harlem in the summertime And hit branson boy you know we love the lah I done what you would did Its still stupid big Remember 123rd where kuda used to live Im just tripping reminiscing witcha And if you dont know nothin Know a n***a miss ya And all the groupies still feel us Guess what Big ya movies in theaters Got me smelling like kool- aid Did 21 something mill thats in 2 days You know the team and us was there Busta Buss was in the house and jigga came to the premiere So much pain cause you was dear to me Such a beautiful thing wish you was here to see And now before I finish the letter This could be better If I would thank Mrs. Violetta And to you son I love you your my homie ben dren Big brother my only best friend I'm glad you taught its about being me, yours truly your heart ceaserlee. (im gone)