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
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