YoВ’ what up my nigga
You know I was in the hood
I just thought IВ’d stop by
Holler at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or someВ’inВ’

Nigga we done been through a lot of shit together
From runninВ’ these streets to beinВ’ down for whatever
And now that youВ’re gone I got a whole lot of shit to
tell you
Things I shouldВ’ve said way back when we was younger

Remember when we used to roll hand in hand
And now IВ’m trippinВ’ on how I really miss you, man
And remember when you and me would say
WeВ’d get up out this hood and everything would be okay

ItВ’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
WhyВ’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
CoppinВ’ them Range Rovers with me
SittinВ’ on thangs and smokinВ’ trees

And if it wasnВ’t for the will that God had made
IВ’d turn back the hands of time and take your place
SittinВ’ here sippinВ’ on this Hennessy
Just thinkinВ’ about how much you meant to me (My nigga)

Even when youВ’re gone you will always be my nigga
When you went home IВ’m still missinВ’ you, my nigga
IВ’m feelinВ’ like the timing was wrong, my nigga
I know youВ’re smilinВ’ down sayinВ’ 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 youВ’re still my nigga

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

Little son is lookinВ’ at me like, "Where is my daddy?"
And your 13-year old daughter is mad В‘cause she
understands
Promised your mama IВ’d take care of the family
But sheВ’s so hurt, she turns away my helpinВ’ 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 gettinВ’ up out this game
And you would tell me how it keeps callinВ’ your name

(We used to ride-ride-ride)
Never afraid to (Die-die-die)
But some times we (Cry-cry-cry)
AskinВ’ the Lord (Why-why-why)
TheyВ’re tearinВ’ 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
WeВ’d get up out this hood and everything would be okay

(ItВ’s all good now) My nigga
We out the hood now
ItВ’s so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on"
When IВ’m dyinВ’ every second that youВ’re gone
Nevertheless I try my best to be strong
HopinВ’ you said your prayers before you went on home

When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze
WeВ’d slapbox dead in the middle of streets
And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me
YouВ’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, yoВ’ dog, I canВ’t explain how I miss you
We stayed together, coppinВ’ cane, poppinВ’ pistols
I miss you most
PuttinВ’ the doo rag over your bean head
Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa)
CominВ’ up off the fiends for bags
RunninВ’ 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 givinВ’ you ice, IВ’d rather give you life
And the things that I had, IВ’d give you twice (Oh,
yeah)

So what the deal, my nigga, I know you holdinВ’ it down
If you could see me you would say IВ’m talkinВ’ soft
right now
But itВ’s hard for me to see when IВ’mma see you again
And I know itВ’s fucked up, I gotta talk through this
pen
But youВ’d died for the love of the dough
The love of the block, 16 you was runninВ’ the spot
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb
HanginВ’ with wild thug niggas, smokinВ’ the herb (Mmm,
hmm, hmm)
IВ’m gonna keep pourinВ’ this liquor and thatВ’s my word
This here is for niggas that be flippinВ’ them birds
(Oh)
Word up!

Even though you know you will always be my nigga
(Whoawhoaohoh)
Even though youВ’re gone you will also be my nigga
IВ’m feelinВ’ like the time when IВ’m high, my nigga

IВ’m feelinВ’ like time
IВ’m strung out, sayinВ’, "Radio, please donВ’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 youВ’re still my nigga