I Wish - Remix (To the Homies That We Lost)R. Kelly

[Intro: R. Kelly]
Yo what up, my nigga
You know I was in the hood
I just thought I'd stop by
Holla at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or something

[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
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 (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 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
Though you made it 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

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
I wish, I wish, I wish (oh I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

[Verse 2: R. Kelly]
Little son is looking at me like, "Where's 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 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
(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 (say word)
Sat in church and cried the same thug tears (say word)
You remember when Vibe world premiered
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 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
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
You're all I have left of these ghetto memories

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
I wish, I wish, I wish (oh I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

[Verse 3: Boo & (R. Kelly)]
Uh, uh, yo dog, I can't explain how I miss you
We stayed together, copping 'caine, popping pistols
I miss you most
Putting the doo rag over your bean head
Even out the hood on the scene you brag (whoa)
Coming up off the fiends for bags
Running up out the cleanest Jag
You was the closest nigga I had
Look how we stayed aces
Hustled, made big faces (faces)
I wish we could trade places (places)
Fuck giving you ice, I'd rather give you life
And the things that I had, I'd give you twice (oh yeah)

[Verse 4: Gotti & (R. Kelly)]
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 (ooh)
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 (ooh, ooh)
But you died for the love of the dough
The love of the block, 16 you was running the spot (spot)
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb
Hanging with wild thug niggas, smoking the herb
(Mmm, hmm, hmm)
I'ma keep pouring this liquor and that's my word
This here is for my niggas that be flipping them birds
(Oh) Word up!

[Outro: R. Kelly]
Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga (Whoa…whoa…oh…oh..oh…why…)
Never made it home I’m still missing you, my nigga
I'm feeling like the timing was wrong, my nigga (I'm feeling like the timing was wrong )
Know you're smiling down saying carry on, my nigga
Radio, please don’t take the nigga out this song
Let it play on, play on, play on, play on, play on…whoa…oh
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
Yo we miss you nigga, we love you, nigga (for life, nigga)
We’ll never let you go, baby, we gon always remember (Rest In Peace)
Chitown wherever Boo, word up, we love you