R. Kelly - I wish - remix (to the homies that we lost) - uncensored version lyrics

[R.Kelly talking] Yo what up, my n***a 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] n***a, we done been through a lot of sh** together From running these streets to being down for whatever And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of sh** 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 n***a) 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 n***a and never placed no b**h before me Man, I swear to God I love you for that sh** 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 n***a) Even when you're gone you will always be my n***a When you went home I'm still missing you, my n***a I'm feeling like the timing was wrong, my n***a I know you're smiling down saying carry on, my n***a Sometimes my nights can get long, my n***a Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my n***a So I had to write a song, my n***a Just to let you know that you're still my n***a [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 a** was here, my n***a To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a I had Look how we stayed aces Hustled, made big faces I wish we could trade places f** 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 n***a, 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 f**ed 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 n***as, smoking the herb I'm gonna keep pouring this liquor and that's my word This here is for my n***as that be flipping them birds Word up! [R.Kelly] Even though you know you will always be my n***a (Whoa...whoa...oh...oh) Even though you're gone you will also be my n***a I'm feeling like the time when I'm high, my n***a I'm feeling like the time I'm strung out, saying "Radio, please don't take the n***a out This song" Let it play on, play on, play on, play on... So I had to write this song, my n***a Just to let you know that you're still my n***a