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

But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' hands

Damn, I wish your a was here, my n

To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n

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 (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 n

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

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

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

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 (Whoa)

Comin' up off the fiends for bags

Runnin' up out the cleaners, drag

You was the closest n I had

Look how we stayed aces

Hustled, made big faces

I wish we could trade places

F givin' you ice, I'd rather give you life

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

So what the deal, my n, 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 see when I'mma see you again

And I know it's fed 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 ns, smokin' the herb (Mmm,

hmm, hmm)

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

This here is for ns that be flippin' them birds

(Oh)

Word up!

Even though you know you will always be my n

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

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

I'm feelin' like the time when I'm high, my n

I'm feelin' like time

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

n out this song

Let it play on, go on, on

So I had to write this song, my n

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