I Wish - Remix (To The Homies

[ti:I Wish - Remix (To The Homies ] [ar:R. Kelly] [al:Tp-2.Com] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Title I Wish (To The Homies That We Lost) [remix] Artist R Kelly Album Tp-2 Com [2000] Yo what up my nigga You know I was in the hood I just thought I＇d stop by and holler at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or somethin＇ Nigga we done been through a lot of shit together From runnin＇ these streets to bein＇ down for whatever And now that you＇re gone I got a whole lot of shit to tell ya Things I should＇ve 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 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 but not the same tears You were my homie my stoney my Rollie My nigga and never placed no bitch befo＇ me Man I swear to God I love 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 Coppin＇ ＇em Range Rovers with 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 Hennessey Just thinkin＇ 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 missin＇ you my nigga I＇m feelin＇ like the timing 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 I wish I wish I wish Your little son is lookin＇ at me like ＂Where＇s my daddy ＂ And your thirteen-year old daughter is mad ＇cuz 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＇ your name We used to ride ride ride Never afraid to die die die But some times we＇d cry cry cry Askin＇ the Lord why why why They＇re tearin＇ 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 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 We done 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 Now all I have left are 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 coppin＇ cane poppin＇ pistols I miss you most puttin＇ the doo-rag over your bean head Even out the hood on the scene you brag Comin＇ up off the fiends wit bags runnin＇ 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 givin＇ 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 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＇ma 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 sixteen you was runnin＇ the spot Boy your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb Hangin＇ with wild thug niggas smokin＇ the herb I＇m gonna keep pourin＇ this liquor and that＇s my word This here is for niggas that be flippin＇ them birds word up Even though you＇re gone you will always be my nigga Even though you＇re home I＇m still missin you my nigga I＇m feelin＇ like the timing was wrong my nigga (I＇m feelin＇ like timing was wrong) I know you＇re smilin＇ down sayin＇ ＂Carry on my nigga＂ (＂Radio please don＇t take the ＂nigga＂ out my song) Sometimes my nights can get long my nigga (Let it play on play on play on play on play on＂) 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