To The Homies That We Lost (I Wish Remix

[R. Kelly Talking]<br>Yo what up, my nigga?<br>You know, I was in the hood...<br>I just thought I`d stop by...and holler at you for a minute...<br>Pour out a little liquor or somethin`<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together<br>From runnin` these streets to bein` down for whatever<br>And now that you`re gone I got a whole lot of shit to tell ya<br>Things I should`ve said way back when we was younger<br>Remember when we used to roll hand in hand?<br>And now I`m trippin` on how I really miss you, man<br>And remember when...you and me would say<br>We`d get up out this hood and everything would be okay<br>It`s all good now...<br>My nigga, we out the hood now...(Uh)<br>We had the...same ideas, but not the...same careers<br>We shared the...same old laugh, but not the...same tears<br>You were my homie, my sconey, my Rollie<br>My nigga and never placed no bitch befo` me<br>Man, I sear to God I love for that shit<br>Why`d you have to get hit? Where was I? What time was it?<br>You were supposed to get older with me<br>On stage, hands on shoulders with me<br>Coppin` them Range Rovers with me<br>Sittin` on thangs and...smokin` trees<br>And if it wasn`t for the will that God had made<br>I`d turn back the hands of time and take your place<br>Sittin` here sippin` on this Hennessy<br>Just...thinkin` about how much you meant to me, my nigga<br><br>[Bridge]<br>Even when you`re gone, you will always be my nigga<br>When you went home, I`m still missin` you, my nigga<br>I`m feelin` like the timing was wrong, my nigga<br>I know you`re smilin` down sayin`, &quot;Carry on, my nigga&quot;<br>Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga<br>Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga<br>So I had to write a song, my nigga...<br>Just to let you know that you`re...still my nigga<br><br>[Hook]<br>I wish, I wish, I wish... (Oh, I)<br>I wish, I wish, I wish...<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Your little son is lookin` at me like, &quot;Where is my daddy?&quot;<br>And your 13-year old daughter is mad `cuz she understands<br>Promised your mama I`d take care of the family<br>But she`s so hurt, she turns away my helpin` hands<br>Damn, I wish your ass was here, my nigga<br>To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my nigga<br>And we would talk about you gettin` up out this game<br>And you would tell me how it keeps callin` your name<br>(We used to ride-ride-ride)<br>Never afraid to...(Die,die,die)<br>But some times we`d...(Cry,cry,cry)<br>Askin` the Lord...(Why,why,why)...they`re tearin` down theseprojects...<br>We were homies for like 20 thug years (Say what?)<br>Sat in church and cried the same thug tears (Say what?)<br>You remember when Vibe World Premier<br>How we used to share the same old gear<br>And remember when...you and me would say<br>We`d get up out this hood and everything would be okay<br>It`s all good now...<br>My nigga, we out the hood now<br>It`s so...easy for folks to say, &quot;Rob, just live on&quot;<br>When I`m dyin` every second that you`re gone<br>Nevertheless, I try my best to be strong<br>Hopin` you said your prayers before you went on home<br>We done stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze<br>We`d slap-box dead in the middle of streets<br>And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me<br>You`re all I have left of these...ghetto memories<br><br>[Hook]<br>I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)<br>I wish, I wish, I wish<br><br>[Boo]<br>Uh, uh<br>Yo` dog, I can`t explain how I miss you<br>We stayed together, coppin` cane, poppin` pistols<br>I miss you most, puttin` the doo-rag...over your bean head<br>Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa)<br>Comin` up off the fiends wit bags<br>Runnin` up out the cleanest Jag<br>You was the closest nigga I had<br>Look how we stayed aces...hustled, made big faces (faces)<br>I wish we could trade places (places)<br>Fuck givin` you ice...I`d rather give you life<br>And the things that I had...I`d give you twice (Oh,<br>yeah)<br><br>[Gotti]<br>What the deal, my nigga? I know you holdin` it down<br>If you could see me you would say, &quot;I`m talkin` soft rightnow&quot;<br>But it`s hard for me to say when I`mma see you again<br>And I know it`s fucked up, I gotta talk through this pen<br>But you`d died for the love of the dough...<br>The love of the block...16 you was runnin` the spot (runnin` thespot)<br>Boy, your mama used to hate...how we stood on the curb<br>Hangin` with wild thug niggas...smokin` the herb (Mmm,hmm,hmm)<br>I`m gonna keep pourin` this liquor and that`s my word<br>This here is for niggas that be flippin` them birds (Oh) Word up!<br><br>Even though you`re gone you will always be my nigga(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)<br>Even though you`re home I`m still missin you, my nigga<br>I`m feelin` like the timing was wrong, my nigga(I`m feelin` liketiming was <br>wrong)<br>I know you`re smilin` down sayin`, &quot;Carry on, my nigga&quot;<br>[Continues]<br><br>&quot;Radio, please don`t take the &quot;nigga&quot; out my song<br>Let it play on...play on...play on...play on&quot;