I Wish - Remix(To The Homies That We Lost) (Clean Version)-R. Kelly

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I Wish - Remix(To The Homies That We Lost) (Clean Version) - R. Kelly

Yo what up,

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

We done been through

A lot of sh*t together

From running these streets

To being down for whatever

And now that you're gone

I got a whole lot of sh*t 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

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 ni**a and never placed

No b**ch before me

Man, I swear to

God I love you for that sh*t

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

Even when you're gone

You will always be my ni**a

When you went home

I'm still missing you, my ni**a

I'm feeling like the timing was wrong, my ni**a

I know you're smiling

Down saying carry on, my ni**a

Sometimes my nights

Can get long, my ni**a

Sometimes I feel

God did me wrong, my ni**a

So I had to write a song, my ni**a

Just to let you know

That you're still my ni**a

I wish, I wish, I wish

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 a** was here, my ni**a

To grow that gray beard

And smoke that cigar, my ni**a

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

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 ni**a

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

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

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 ni**a I had

Look how we stayed aces

Hustled, made big faces

I wish we could trade places

F**k giving you ice, I'd rather give you life

And the thigns that I had, I'd give you twice

So what the deal, my ni**a,

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'm a see you again

And I know it's f**ked 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

I'm gonna keep pouring this liquor

And that's my word

This here is for niggas

That be flipping them birds

Word up!

Even though you know

You will always be my ni**a

Even though you're gone

You will also be my ni**a

I'm feeling like the time

When I'm high, my ni**a

I'm feeling like the time

I'm strung out, saying

"Radio, please don't take

The ni**a outthis song"

Let it play on, go on, on

So I had to write this song, my ni**a

Just to let you know

That you're still my ni**a