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