YoÂ’ what up my nigga

You know I was in the hood

I just thought IÂ’d stop by

Holler at you for a minute

Pour out a little liquor or someÂ’inÂ’



Nigga we done been through a lot of shit together

From runninÂ’ these streets to beinÂ’ down for whatever

And now that youÂ’re gone I got a whole lot of shit to

tell you

Things I shouldÂ’ve said way back when we was younger



Remember when we used to roll hand in hand

And now IÂ’m trippinÂ’ on how I really miss you, man

And remember when you and me would say

WeÂ’d get up out this hood and everything would be okay



ItÂ’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 sear to God I love for that shit

WhyÂ’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

CoppinÂ’ them Range Rovers with me

SittinÂ’ on thangs and smokinÂ’ trees



And if it wasnÂ’t for the will that God had made

IÂ’d turn back the hands of time and take your place

SittinÂ’ here sippinÂ’ on this Hennessy

Just thinkinÂ’ about how much you meant to me (My nigga)



Even when youÂ’re gone you will always be my nigga

When you went home IÂ’m still missinÂ’ you, my nigga

IÂ’m feelinÂ’ like the timing was wrong, my nigga

I know youÂ’re smilinÂ’ down sayinÂ’ carry on, my nigga



Some times my nights can get long, my nigga

Some times I feel God did me wrong, my nigga

So I had to write a song, my nigga

Just to let you know that youÂ’re still my nigga



I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)

I wish, I wish, I wish



Little son is lookinÂ’ at me like, "Where is my daddy?"

And your 13-year old daughter is mad ‘cause she

understands

Promised your mama IÂ’d take care of the family

But sheÂ’s so hurt, she turns away my helpinÂ’ 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 gettinÂ’ up out this game

And you would tell me how it keeps callinÂ’ your name



(We used to ride-ride-ride)

Never afraid to (Die-die-die)

But some times we (Cry-cry-cry)

AskinÂ’ the Lord (Why-why-why)

TheyÂ’re tearinÂ’ 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

WeÂ’d get up out this hood and everything would be okay



(ItÂ’s all good now) My nigga

We out the hood now

ItÂ’s so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on"

When IÂ’m dyinÂ’ every second that youÂ’re gone

Nevertheless I try my best to be strong

HopinÂ’ you said your prayers before you went on home



When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze

WeÂ’d slapbox dead in the middle of streets

And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me

YouÂ’re all I have left of these ghetto memories



I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)

I wish, I wish, I wish



Uh, uh, yoÂ’ dog, I canÂ’t explain how I miss you

We stayed together, coppinÂ’ cane, poppinÂ’ pistols

I miss you most

PuttinÂ’ the doo rag over your bean head

Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa)

CominÂ’ up off the fiends for bags

RunninÂ’ up out the cleaners, drag

You was the closest nigga I had

Look how we stayed aces

Hustled, made big faces

I wish we could trade places

Fuck givinÂ’ you ice, IÂ’d rather give you life

And the things that I had, IÂ’d give you twice (Oh,

yeah)



So what the deal, my nigga, I know you holdinÂ’ it down

If you could see me you would say IÂ’m talkinÂ’ soft

right now

But itÂ’s hard for me to see when IÂ’mma see you again

And I know itÂ’s fucked up, I gotta talk through this

pen

But youÂ’d died for the love of the dough

The love of the block, 16 you was runninÂ’ the spot

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

HanginÂ’ with wild thug niggas, smokinÂ’ the herb (Mmm,

hmm, hmm)

IÂ’m gonna keep pourinÂ’ this liquor and thatÂ’s my word

This here is for niggas that be flippinÂ’ them birds

(Oh)

Word up!



Even though you know you will always be my nigga

(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)

Even though youÂ’re gone you will also be my nigga

IÂ’m feelinÂ’ like the time when IÂ’m high, my nigga



IÂ’m feelinÂ’ like time

IÂ’m strung out, sayinÂ’, "Radio, please donÂ’t take the

nigga out this song

Let it play on, go on, on

So I had to write this song, my nigga

Just to let you know that youÂ’re still my nigga