I Wish Remix (To the Homies That We Lost)

[R.Kelly talking] Yo what up, my nigga You know I was in the hood I just thought I'd stop by Holler at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or something [Verse 1-R.Kelly] Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together From running these streets to being down for whatever And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of shit to tell you Things I should've said way back when we was younger Remember when we used to roll hand in hand And now I'm tripping on how I really miss you, 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, and now the same tears You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni My nigga and never placed no bitch before 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 with me On stage, hands on shoulders with me Copping them Range Rovers with me Sitting onthangs and smoking 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 Sitting here sipping on this Hennessy Just thinking about how much you meant to me (My nigga) Even when you're gone you will always be my nigga Though you made it home I'm still missing you, my nigga I'm feeling like the timing was wrong, my nigga I know you're smiling down saying 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 [Hook] I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh I) I wish, I wish, I wish [Verse 2-R.Kelly] Little son is looking at me like, "Where is 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 helping 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 getting up out this game And you would tell me how it keeps calling you name (We used to ride-ride-ride) Never afraid to (Die-die-die) But sometimes we (Cry-cry-cry) Asking the Lord (Why-why-why) They're tearing down these projects We were homies for like 20 thug years (say word) Sat in church and cried the same thug tears (say word) You remember when Vibe world premiered 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 dying every second that you're gone Nevertheless I try my best to be strong Hoping you said your prayers before you went on home We done stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze We'd slapbox dead in the middle of streets And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me You're all I have left of these ghetto memories Chorus [Boo] Uh, uh, yo dog, I can't explain how I miss you We stayed together, copping cane, poppin pistols I miss you most Putting the doo rag over your bean head Even out the hood on the scene you brag (whoa) Coming up off the fiends for bags Running up out the cleanest Jag You was the closest nigga I had Look how we stayed aces Hustled, made big faces I wish we could trade places Fuck giving you ice, I'd rather give you life And the things that I had, I'd give you twice (Oh yeah) [Gotti] So what the deal, my nigga, I know you holding it down If you could see me you would say I'm talking soft right now But it's hard for me to say when I'mma seee you again And I know it's fucked up, I gotta talk through this pen But you're died for the love of the dough The love of the block, 16 you was running the spot Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb Hanging with wild thug niggas, smoking the herb (Mmm, hmm, hmm) I'm gonna keep pouring this liquor and that's my word This here is for niggas that be flipping them birds (Oh) Word up! [R.Kelly] Even though you know you will always be my nigga (Whoa...whoa...oh...oh) Even though you're gone you will also be my nigga I'm feeling like the time when I'm high, my nigga I'm feeling like the time I'm strung out, saying "Radio, please don't take the nigga out This song" Let it play on, go on, on So I had to write this song, my nigga Just to let you know that you're still my nigga