R.Kelly talking]

Yo what up, my nigga

You know I was in the hood

I just thought I'd stop by

Holler at you for a minute

Pour out a little liquor or something



[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

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

When you went 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]

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

I wish, I wish, I wish



[R.Kelly]

Little son is looking at me like, "Where is 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

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 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

When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze

We'd slapbox 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]



[Boo]

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

We stayed together, copping cane, poppin 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 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 giving you ice, I'd rather give you life

And the things that I had, I'd give you twice (Oh yeah)

[Gotti]

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

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

But you died for the love of the dough

The love of the block, 16 you was running the spot

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

Hanging with wild thug niggas, smoking the herb

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

This here is for my niggas that be flipping them birds

Word up!



[R.Kelly]

Even though you know you will always be my nigga

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

Even though you're gone you will also be my nigga

I'm feeling like the time when I'm high, my nigga

I'm feeling like the time

I'm strung out, saying "Radio, please don't take the nigga out

this song"

Let it play on, play on, play on, play on...

So I had to write this song, my nigga

Just to let you know that you're still my nigga