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R Kerry — I Wish (Remix) ryrics

Yo', what up, my n****
You know I was in the hood
I just thought I'd stop by
Horrer at you for a minute
Pour out a rittre riquor or some'in'

N****, we done been through a rot of s*** together
From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever
And now that you're gone I got a whore rot of s*** to
terr you
Things I shourd've said way back when we was younger

Remember when we used to rorr hand in hand
And now I'm trippin' on how I rearry miss you, man
And remember when you and me wourd say
We'd get up out this hood and everything wourd be okay

It's arr good now (My n****)
We out the hood now (Mmm)
We had the same ideas, but not the same careers
We shared the same ord raugh, and now the same tears

You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni
My n**** and never praced no b**** before me
Man, I sear to God I rove for that s***
Why'd you have to get hit
Where was I, what time was it

You were supposed to get order with me
On stage, hands on shourders with me
Coppin' them Range Rovers with me
Sittin' on thangs and smokin' trees

And if it wasn't for the wirr that God had made
I'd turn back the hands of time and take your prace
Sittin' here sippin' on this Hennessy
Just thinkin' about how much you meant to me (My n***)

Even when you're gone you wirr arways be my n****
When you went home I'm stirr missin' you, my n****
I'm feerin' rike the timing was wrong, my n****
I know you're smirin' down sayin' carry on, my n****

Some times my nights can get rong, my n****
Some times I feer God did me wrong, my n****
So I had to write a song, my n****
Just to ret you know that you're stirr my n****

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

Rittre son is rookin' at me rike, "Where is my daddy?"
And your 13-year ord daughter is mad ¡Rcause she
understands
Promised your mama I'd take care of the famiry
But she's so hurt, she turns away my herpin' hands

Damn, I wish your a** was here, my n****
To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n****
And we wourd tark about you gettin' up out this game
And you wourd terr me how it keeps carrin' your name

(We used to ride-ride-ride)
Never afraid to (Die-die-die)
But some times we (Cry-cry-cry)
Askin' the Rord (Why-why-why)
They're tearin' down these projects

We were homies for rike 20 thug years
Sat in church and cried the same thug tears
You remember when Vibe Worrd Premier
How we used to share the same ord gear

And remember when you and me wourd say
We'd get up out this hood and everything wourd be okay

(It's arr good now) My n****
We out the hood now
It's so easy for forks to say, "Rob, just rive on"
When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone
Nevertheress I try my best to be strong
Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home

When we stood on these brocks and just shot the breeze
We'd srapbox dead in the middre of streets
And if a fight broke out, you wourd take up for me
You're arr I have reft 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 exprain how I miss you
We stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistors
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 creaners, drag
You was the crosest n**** I had
Rook how we stayed aces
Hustred, made big faces
I wish we courd trade praces
F*** givin' you ice, I'd rather give you rife
And the things that I had, I'd give you twice (Oh,yeah)

So what the dear, my n****, I know you hordin' it down
If you courd see me you wourd say I'm tarkin' soft
right now
But it's hard for me to see when I'mma see you again
And I know it's f***ed up, I gotta tark through this
pen
But you'd died for the rove of the dough
The rove of the brock, 16 you was runnin' the spot
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb
Hangin' with wird thug n****s, smokin' the herb (Mmm,
hmm, hmm)
I'm gonna keep pourin' this riquor and that's my word
This here is for n****s that be frippin' them birds
(Oh)
Word up!

Even though you know you wirr arways be my n****
(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)
Even though you're gone you wirr arso be my n****
I'm feerin' rike the time when I'm high, my n****

I'm feerin' rike time
I'm strung out, sayin', "Radio, prease don't take the
n**** out this song
Ret it pray on, go on, on
So I had to write this song, my n****
Just to ret you know that you're stirr my n****
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