I Wish - Remix (To the Homies That We Lost)

Yo, what up my nigga? You know, I was in the hood I just thought I'd stop by Holla at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or some'in' Nigga, we done been through a whole lotta shit togetha From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whateva And now that you're gone, I got a whole lotta shit to tell ya Things I shoulda said way back when we was younger Remember when we used to roll hand in hand? And now I'm trippin' on how I really miss ya, man And remember when you and me would say We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay? It's all good now (My nigga) We out the hood now (mmm) We had the same ideas, but not the same careers We shared the same old laugh, but not the same tears You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni, my nigga And never placed no bitch befo' me Man, I swear to God I love you for that shit Why'd you have to get hit? Where was I, what time was it? You were supposed to get older wit me On stage, hands on shoulders wit me Coppin' them Range Rovers wit me Sittin' on thangs and smokin' trees And if it wasn't for the will that God had made I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place Sittin' here sippin' on this Hennessy Just thinkin' about how much you meant to me (my nigga) Even when you're gone, you will always be my nigga When you made it home, I'm still missin' you my nigga I'm feelin' like the timin' was wrong, my nigga I know you're smilin' down sayin' carry on, my nigga Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga So I had to write a song, my nigga Just to let you know that you're still my nigga I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish Little son is lookin' at me like, "Where's my daddy?" And your 13-year old daughter is mad 'cause she understands Promised your mama I'd take care of the family But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' hands Damn, I wish your ass was here, my nigga To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my nigga And we would talk about you gettin' up out this game And you would tell me how it keeps callin' ya name (We used to ride-ride-ride) Never afraid to (Die-die-die) But some times we (Cry-cry-cry) Askin' the Lord (Why-why-why) They're tearin' down these Projects We were homies for like 20 thug years Sat in church and cried the same thug tears You remember when Vibe World Premiere How we used to share the same old gear And remember when you and me would say We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay? It's all good now (My nigga) We out the hood now It's so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on" When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone Nevertheless, I try my best to be strong Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze We'd slapbox dead in the middle of the streets And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me Now all I have left of these ghetto memories I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish Uh, uh, yo' dog, I can't explain how I miss you We stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistols I miss you most Puttin' the doo rag over ya bean head Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa) Comin' up off the fiends for bags Runnin' up out the cleaners, drag You was the closest nigga I had Look how we stayed aces Hustled, made big faces I wish we could trade places Fuck givin' you ice, I'd rather give you life And the things that I had, I'd give you twice (Oh, yeah) What the deal, my nigga, I know you holdin' it down If you could see me you would say I'm talkin' soft right now But it's hard for me to say when I'mma see you again And I know it's fucked up, I gotta talk through this pen But you'd died for the love of the dough The love of the block, 16, you was runnin' the spot Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb Hangin' wit wild thug niggas, smokin' the herb I'mma keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word This here is for niggas that be flippin' them birds (Oh) Word up! Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga Never made it home I'm still missin' you my nigga I'm feelin' like the timin' was wrong, my nigga Know you're smiling down sayin carry on my nigga I'm strung out, sayin', "Radio, please don't take the nigga out this song" Let it play on, go on, on Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga So I had to write this song, my nigga Just to let you know that you're still my nigga Yo we miss you nigga, we love you, nigga (for life, nigga) We'll never let you go, baby, we gon always remember (Rest In Peace) Chitown wherever Boo, word up, we love you