R. Kelly - I Wish(To The Homies That We Lost) Lyrics

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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

Nigga we done been through a lot of shit together

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

We had the same ideas but not the same careers

We shared the same old laugh and not 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 on thangs 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 what you meant to me my nigga

Even though 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

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I wish I wish I wish

I wish I wish I wish

Little son is looking at me like "Where is my daddy?"

And your thirteen 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 twenty thug years

Sat in church and cried the same thug tears

You remember when Vibe World Premier

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 then stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze

We'd slap box 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

I wish I wish I wish

I wish I wish I wish

(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

Coming up off the fiends with bags

Running up out the cleaners [Incomprehensible]

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

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'ma see you again

And I know it's fucked up I gotta talk through this pen

But you died for the love of the dough

The love of the block sixteen you was running the spot

Boy your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb

Hanging with wild thug niggas smoking the 'erb

I'm gonna keep pouring this liquor and that's my word

This here is for my niggas that be flipping them birds word up

Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga

Even though you're 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 this song my nigga

Just to let you know that you're still my nigga

Yeah we miss you nigga

[Incomprehensible]

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