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?

 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 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 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 (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
 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)

 Even when you?re gone you will always be my nigga
 When you went 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

 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 you?re still my nigga

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

 Little son is lookin? 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 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 (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 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

 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

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

 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 for bags
 Runnin? 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 givin? you ice, I?d rather give you life
 And the things that I had, I?d give you twice (Oh,
 yeah)

 So 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 see when I?mma 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
 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 know you will always be my nigga
 (Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)
 Even though you?re gone you will also be my nigga
 I?m feelin? like the time when I?m high, my nigga

 I?m feelin? like time
 I?m strung out, sayin?, "Radio, please don?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 you?re still my nigga