Yo what upmy n****
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 some in
N****we done been through a lot of s*** together
From runnin these streets to bein down for whatever
And now that you re gone I got a whole lot of s*** 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 trippin on how I really miss youman
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 (Mmm)
We had the same ideasbut not the same careers
We shared the same old laughand now the same tears
You were my homiemy sconeymy Roni
My n**** and never placed no b**** before me
ManI sear to God I love for that s***
Why d you have to get hit
Where was Iwhat time was it
You were supposed to get older with me
On stagehands on shoulders with me
Coppin them Range Rovers with me
Sittin on thangs and smokin 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
Sittin here sippin on this Hennessy
Just thinkin about how much you meant to me (My n***)
Even when you re gone you will always be my n****
When you went home I m still missin youmy n****
I m feelin like the timing was wrongmy n****
I know you re smilin down sayin carry onmy n****
Some times my nights can get longmy n****
Some times I feel God did me wrongmy n****
So I had to write a songmy n****
Just to let you know that you re still my n****
I wishI wishI wish (OhI)
I wishI wishI wish
Little son is lookin at me like"Where is my daddy?"
And your 13-year old daughter is mad ?Rcause she
understands
Promised your mama I d take care of the family
But she s so hurtshe turns away my helpin hands
DamnI wish your a** was heremy n****
To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigarmy 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"Robjust 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 outyou would take up for me
You re all I have left of these ghetto memories
I wishI wishI wish (OhI)
I wishI wishI wish
Uhuhyo dogI can t explain how I miss you
We stayed togethercoppin canepoppin 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 cleanersdrag
You was the closest n**** I had
Look how we stayed aces
Hustledmade big faces
I wish we could trade places
F*** givin you iceI d rather give you life
And the things that I hadI d give you twice (Oh
yeah)
So what the dealmy 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 f***ed upI gotta talk through this
pen
But you d died for the love of the dough
The love of the block16 you was runnin the spot
Boyyour mama used to hate how we stood on the curb
Hangin with wild thug n****ssmokin the herb (Mmm
hmmhmm)
I m gonna keep pourin this liquor and that s my word
This here is for n****s 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 highmy n****
I m feelin like time
I m strung outsayin "Radioplease don t take the
n**** out this song
Let it play ongo onon
So I had to write this songmy n****
Just to let you know that you re still my n****

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