R. Kelly Follow

To The Homies That We Lost (I Wish Remix)

feat. Boo & Gotti

[R. Kelly Talking]

Yo what up, my nigga?

You know, I was in the hood...

I just thought I'd stop by...and holler at you for a minute...

Pour out a little liquor or somethin'

Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together

From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever

And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of shit to tell ya

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 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...(Uh)

We had the...same ideas, but not the...same careers

We shared the...same old laugh, but not the...same tears

You were my homie, my stoney, my Rollie

My nigga and never placed no bitch befo' me

Man, I swear to God I love 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

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 nigga

[Bridge]

Even though you're gone, you will always be my nigga

Though you made it home, I'm still missin' you, my nigga

I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga

I know you're smilin' down sayin', "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

[Hook]

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

I wish, I wish, I wish...

Your little son is lookin' at me like, "Where's my daddy?"

And your 13-year old daughter is mad 'cuz she understands

Promised your mama I'd take care of the family

But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' 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 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'd...(Cry,cry,cry)

Askin' the Lord...(Why,why,why)...they're tearin' down these projects...

We were homies for like 20 thug years (Say what?)

Sat in church and cried the same thug tears (Say what?)

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 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

We done stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze

We'd slap-box dead in the middle of streets

And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me

Now all I have left are these ghetto memories

[Hook]

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

I wish, I wish, I wish

[Boo]

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 wit bags

Runnin' up out the cleanest Jag

You was the closest nigga I had

Look how we stayed aces...hustled, made big faces (faces)

I wish we could trade places (places)

Fuck givin' you ice...I'd rather give you life

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

yeah)

[Gotti]

What the deal, my nigga? 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 say when I'ma see you again

And I know it's fucked 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 (runnin' the spot)

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

Hangin' with wild thug niggas...smokin' the herb (Mmm,hmm,hmm)

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

This here is for niggas that be flippin' them birds (Oh) Word up!

Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)

Even though you're home I'm still missin you, my nigga

I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga(I'm feelin' like timing was

wrong)

I know you're smilin' down sayin', "Carry on, my nigga"

("Radio, please don't take the "nigga" out my song)

Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga

(Let it play on...play on...play on...play on")

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