Album Name

Tp-2.Com

Artist

R. Kelly

Genre

R&B/Soul

Release Date

2001.01.01

Release Agency

Jive

I Wish (To The Homies That We Lost) - R. Kelly
Yo what up my nigga
You know I was in the hood
I just thought I'd stop by
holler at you for minute
Pour out 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
we out the hood now
We had the same ideas
about the same careers
We shared the same old laugh
but not the same tears
You were my homie
my sconey my Ronie
My 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' them
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 Hennessy Just
thinkin' about how much you
meant to me my
Even when 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
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
little son is
lookin' at me like
Where's my daddy
And your 13 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'
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
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 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 can't explain
how I miss you
We stayed together coppin'
poppin'
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
Runnin' up out
the cleanest Jag
You was the closest I had
Look how we stayed aces
hustled made big faces
I wish we could trade places
givin' you ice
I'd rather give you life
And the things that I had
I'd give you twice
What the deal my
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'mma
see you again
And I know it's up I gotta
talk through this pen
But you'd 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
smokin' the
I'm keep pourin'
this liquor and
that's my word
This here is for my
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
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 nigg