I Wish - Remix (To the Homies That We Lost) (Uncensored Version)

Artist R. Kelly

Yo, what up, my ni**a?

You know, I was in the hood

I just thought I＇d stop by and holler at you for a minute

Pour out a little liquor or somethin＇

Ni**a, we done been through a lot of sh*t together

From runnin＇ these streets to bein＇ down for whatever

And now that you＇re gone I got a whole lot of sh*t 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

My ni**a, we out the hood now

We had the same ideas, but not the same careers

We shared the same old laugh, but not the same tears

You were my homie, my stoney, my Rollie

My ni**a and never placed no b**ch befo＇ me

Man, I swear to God I love 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

Coppin＇ ＇em 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 Hennessey

Just thinkin＇ about what you meant to me, my ni**a

Even though you＇re gone, you will always be my ni**a

Though you made it home, I＇m still missin＇ you, my ni**a

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

I know you＇re smilin＇ down sayin＇, ＂Carry on, my *＂

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

I wish, I wish, I wish

Your little son is lookin＇ at me like, ＂Where＇s my daddy?＂

And your thirteen-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 a** was here, my ni**a

To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my ni**a

And we would talk about you gettin＇ up out this game

And you would tell me how it keeps callin＇ your name

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 twenty 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 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 wish

Uh, uh, yo＇ dog, I can＇t explain how I miss you

We stayed together, coppin＇ cane, poppin＇ pistols

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 wit bags, runnin＇ up out the cleanest Jag

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 givin＇ you ice I＇d rather give you life

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

What the deal, my ni**a? 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＇ma see you again

And I know it＇s f**ked up, I gotta talk through this pen

But you＇d died for the love of the dough

The love of the block sixteen you was runnin＇ the spot

Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb

Hangin＇ with wild thug *s smokin＇ the herb

I＇m gonna keep pourin＇ this liquor and that＇s my word

This here is for *s that be flippin＇ them birds, word up

Even though you＇re gone you will always be my ni**a

Even though you＇re home I＇m still missin you, my ni**a

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

(I＇m feelin＇ like timing was wrong)

I know you＇re smilin＇ down sayin＇, ＂Carry on, my *＂

(＂Radio, please don＇t take the ＂*＂ out my song)

Sometimes my nights can get long, my ni**a

(Let it play on, play on, play on, play on, play on＂)

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