I Wish - Remix (To The Homies That We Lost) (Uncensored Version)

[ti:I Wish - Remix (To The Homies That We Lost) (Uncensored Version)] [ar:R. Kelly] [al:12' Masters - The Essential Mixes] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] I Wish - Remix (To The Homies That We Lost) (Uncensored Version) - R Kelly 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 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 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 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 how much you meant to me my nigga Even when you're gone you will always be my nigga When you went 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 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 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 rop 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 When we 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 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 for bags Running 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 giving you ice I'd rather give you life And the things that I had I'd give you twice 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'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 herb 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 know you will always be my nigga 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 strung out saying Radio 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