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Yo, what up, my nigga? |
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You know, I was in the hood |
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I just thought I'd stop by and holler at you for a minute |
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Pour out a little liquor or somethin' |
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Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together |
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From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever |
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And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of shit to tell ya |
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Things I should've said way back when we was younger |
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Remember when we used to roll hand in hand? |
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And now I'm trippin' on how I really miss you, man |
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And remember when you and me would say |
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We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay |
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It's all good now |
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My nigga, we out the hood now |
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We had the same ideas, but not the same careers |
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We shared the same old laugh, but not the same tears |
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You were my homie, my stoney, my Rollie |
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My nigga and never placed no bitch befo' me |
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Man, I swear to God I love for that shit |
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Why'd you have to get hit? Where was I? What time was it? |
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You were supposed to get older with me |
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On stage, hands on shoulders with me |
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Coppin' 'em Range Rovers with me |
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Sittin' on thangs and smokin' trees |
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And if it wasn't for the will that God had made |
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I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place |
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Sittin' here sippin' on this Hennessey |
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Just thinkin' about what you meant to me, my nigga |
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Even though you're gone, you will always be my nigga |
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Though you made it home, I'm still missin' you, my nigga |
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I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga |
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I know you're smilin' down sayin', Carry on, my nigga |
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Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga |
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Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga |
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So I had to write a song, my nigga |
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Just to let you know that you're still my nigga |
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I wish, I wish, I wish |
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I wish, I wish, I wish |
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Your little son is lookin' at me like, Where's my daddy? |
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And your thirteen-year old daughter is mad 'cuz she understands |
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Promised your mama I'd take care of the family |
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But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' hands |
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Damn, I wish your ass was here, my nigga |
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To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my nigga |
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And we would talk about you gettin' up out this game |
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And you would tell me how it keeps callin' your name |
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We used to ride, ride, ride |
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Never afraid to die, die, die |
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But some times we'd cry, cry, cry |
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Askin' the Lord, why, why, why |
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They're tearin' down these projects |
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We were homies for like twenty thug years |
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Sat in church and cried the same thug tears |
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You remember when Vibe World Premier |
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How we used to share the same old gear |
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And remember when you and me would say |
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We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay |
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It's all good now |
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My nigga, we out the hood now |
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It's so easy for folks to say, Rob, just live on |
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When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone |
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Nevertheless, I try my best to be strong |
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Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home |
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We done stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze |
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We'd slap-box dead in the middle of streets |
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And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me |
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Now all I have left are these ghetto memories |
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I wish, I wish, I wish |
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I wish, I wish, I wish |
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Uh, uh, yo' dog, I can't explain how I miss you |
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We stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistols |
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I miss you most, puttin' the doo-rag over your bean head |
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Even out the hood on the scene you brag |
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Comin' up off the fiends wit bags, runnin' up out the cleanest Jag |
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You was the closest nigga I had |
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Look how we stayed aces hustled, made big faces |
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I wish we could trade places |
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F**k givin' you ice I'd rather give you life |
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And the things that I had, I'd give you twice |
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What the deal, my nigga? I know you holdin' it down |
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If you could see me you would say, I'm talkin' soft right now |
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But it's hard for me to say when I'ma see you again |
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And I know it's f**ked up, I gotta talk through this pen |
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But you'd died for the love of the dough |
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The love of the block sixteen you was runnin' the spot |
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Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb |
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Hangin' with wild thug niggas smokin' the herb |
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I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word |
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This here is for niggas that be flippin' them birds, word up |
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Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga |
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Even though you're home I'm still missin you, my nigga |
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I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga |
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(I'm feelin' like timing was wrong) |
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I know you're smilin' down sayin', Carry on, my nigga |
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(Radio, please don't take the nigga out my song) |
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Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga |
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(Let it play on, play on, play on, play on, play on) |
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Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga |
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So I had to write a song, my nigga |
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Just to let you know that you're still my nigga |