I Wish - R. Kelly (full lyrics) Yo, what up my nigga? You know, I was in the hood I just thought I\u0027d stop by Holla at you for a minute Pour out a little liquor or some\u0027in\u0027 Nigga, we done been through a whole lotta shit togetha From runnin\u0027 these streets to bein\u0027 down for whateva And now that you\u0027re gone, I got a whole lotta shit to tell ya Things I shoulda said way back when we was younger Remember when we used to roll hand in hand? And now I\u0027m trippin\u0027 on how I really miss ya, man And remember when you and me would say We\u0027d get up out this hood and everything would be okay? It\u0027s 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, but not the same tears You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni, my nigga And never placed no bitch befo\u0027 me Man, I swear to God I love you for that shit Why\u0027d you have to get hit? Where was I, what time was it? You were supposed to get older wit me On stage, hands on shoulders wit me Coppin\u0027 them Range Rovers wit me Sittin\u0027 on thangs and smokin\u0027 trees And if it wasn\u0027t for the will that God had made I\u0027d turn back the hands of time and take your place Sittin\u0027 here sippin\u0027 on this Hennessy Just thinkin\u0027 about how much you meant to me (my nigga) Even when you\u0027re gone, you will always be my nigga When you made it home, I\u0027m still missin\u0027 you my nigga I\u0027m feelin\u0027 like the timin\u0027 was wrong, my nigga I know you\u0027re smilin\u0027 down sayin\u0027 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\u0027re still my nigga I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I) I wish, I wish, I wish Little son is lookin\u0027 at me like, \u0022Where\u0027s my daddy?\u0022 And your 13-year old daughter is mad \u0027cause she understands Promised your mama I\u0027d take care of the family But she\u0027s so hurt, she turns away my helpin\u0027 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\u0027 up out this game And you would tell me how it keeps callin\u0027 ya name Never afraid to (Die-die-die) But some times we (Cry-cry-cry) Askin\u0027 the Lord (Why-why-why) They\u0027re tearin\u0027 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 Premiere How we used to share the same old gear And remember when you and me would say We\u0027d get up out this hood and everything would be okay? It\u0027s all good now (My nigga) We out the hood now It\u0027s so easy for folks to say, \u0022Rob, just live on\u0022 When I\u0027m dyin\u0027 every second that you\u0027re gone Nevertheless, I try my best to be strong Hopin\u0027 you said your prayers before you went on home When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze We\u0027d slapbox dead in the middle of the streets And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me Now 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\u0027 dog, I can\u0027t explain how I miss you We stayed together, coppin\u0027 cane, poppin\u0027 pistols I miss you most Puttin\u0027 the doo rag over ya bean head Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa) Comin\u0027 up off the fiends for bags Runnin\u0027 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\u0027 you ice, I\u0027d rather give you life And the things that I had, I\u0027d give you twice (Oh, yeah) What the deal, my nigga, I know you holdin\u0027 it down If you could see me you would say I\u0027m talkin\u0027 soft right now But it\u0027s hard for me to say when I\u0027mma see you again And I know it\u0027s fucked up, I gotta talk through this pen But you\u0027d died for the love of the dough The love of the block, 16, you was runnin\u0027 the spot Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb Hangin\u0027 wit wild thug niggas, smokin\u0027 the herb I\u0027mma keep pourin\u0027 this liquor and that\u0027s my word This here is for niggas that be flippin\u0027 them birds (Oh) Word up! Even though you\u0027re gone you will always be my nigga Never made it home I\u0027m still missin\u0027 you my nigga I\u0027m feelin\u0027 like the timin\u0027 was wrong, my nigga Know you\u0027re smiling down sayin carry on my nigga I\u0027m strung out, sayin\u0027, \u0022Radio, please don\u0027t take the nigga out this song\u0022 Let it play on, go on, on Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga So I had to write this song, my nigga Just to let you know that you\u0027re still my nigga Yo we miss you nigga, we love you, nigga (for life, nigga) We\u0027ll never let you go, baby, we gon always remember (Rest In Peace) Chitown wherever Boo, word up, we love you