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R. Kelly F/ Boo and Gotti Miscellaneous I Wish (Remix) Yo, what up, my n**** You know I was in the hood I just thought Id stop by Holler at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or somein N****, we done been through a lot of s*** together From runnin these streets to bein down for whatever And now that youre gone I got a whole lot of s*** to tell you Things I shouldve said way back when we was younger Remember when we used to roll hand in hand And now Im trippin on how I really miss you, man And remember when you and me would say Wed get up out this hood and everything would be okay Its all good now (My n****) 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 n**** and never placed no b**** before me Man, I sear to God I love for that s*** Whyd 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 them Range Rovers with me Sittin on thangs and smokin trees And if it wasnt for the will that God had made Id 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 n***) Even when youre gone you will always be my n**** When you went home Im still missin you, my n**** Im feelin like the timing was wrong, my n**** I know youre smilin down sayin carry on, my n**** Some times my nights can get long, my n**** Some times I feel God did me wrong, my n**** So I had to write a song, my n**** Just to let you know that youre still my n**** I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish Little son is lookin at me like, "Where is my daddy?" And your 13-year old daughter is mad cause she understands Promised your mama Id take care of the family But shes so hurt, she turns away my helpin hands Damn, I wish your a** was here, my n**** To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n**** 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 (Cry-cry-cry) Askin the Lord (Why-why-why) Theyre 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 Premier How we used to share the same old gear And remember when you and me would say Wed get up out this hood and everything would be okay (Its all good now) My n**** We out the hood now Its so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on" When Im dyin every second that youre 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 Wed slapbox dead in the middle of streets And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me Youre 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 cant 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 (Whoa) Comin up off the fiends for bags Runnin up out the cleaners, drag You was the closest n**** I had Look how we stayed aces Hustled, made big faces I wish we could trade places F*** givin you ice, Id rather give you life And the things that I had, Id give you twice (Oh, yeah) So what the deal, my n****, I know you holdin it down If you could see me you would say Im talkin soft right now But its hard for me to see when Imma see you again And I know its f***ed up, I gotta talk through this pen But youd 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 with wild thug n****s, smokin the herb (Mmm, hmm, hmm) Im gonna keep pourin this liquor and thats my word This here is for n****s that be flippin them birds (Oh) Word up! Even though you know you will always be my n**** (Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..) Even though youre gone you will also be my n**** Im feelin like the time when Im high, my n**** Im feelin like time Im strung out, sayin, "Radio, please dont take the n**** out this song Let it play on, go on, on So I had to write this song, my n**** Just to let you know that youre still my n**** |
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