Talking:
yo what up my nigga
i was in the hood
i just thought i'd stop by, and holla at you for a minute
pour out a little liquor or something
Nigga we done been through a whole lotta shit together
from runnin these streets to being down for whatever
and now that your gone i gotta whole lotta shit to tell ya
things i should of said way back when we were younger
i remember when we used to roll hand in hand
and now i'm trippin on how i really miss ya man
and remember when
you and me would say we get up out this hood and everything would be o.k
it's all good now
my nigga we out the hood now
we had the same ideas, about the same careers, and shared the same ol lies,but not the same tears
you were my homee,my sconnie, my rodie
my nigga and never placed no bitch before me
man i swear to god i love you 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 hand on shoulders wit me
copt the nil range rover wit 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 hennessey
thinkin about what you meant to me
my nigga
Chorus:
even though your gone you will always be my nigga
know you made it home still misssin you my nigga
feellin like the times and what's wrong my nigga
know your smilin down sayin 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 your still my nigga
i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish iwish
Your little son looking at me like where's my daddy
and your 13 year old daughter's mad cause she undastands
promised ya mama i'd take cared of the family
but she's so hurt she turns away my helping hand
damn i wish yo ass was here my nigga
throw that ???? beer and smoke that cigar my nigga
and we would talk about you gettin up out this gang
and you would tell me how it keeps callin yo name
we used to ride ride ride
never afraid to die die die
but sometimes we cry cry cry
askin the lord why why why
they tearin down these projects
we were homies for like 20 thug years
sat in church and cried the same thug tears
and remember when live first premered
how we used to share the same ol gear
and remember when you and me would say we'd get up out this hood and everything would o.k
it's all good now we out the hood now
it's so easy for folks to say that ya'll just live on
but i'm cryin every second that your gone
nevertheless i try my best to keep strong
hopin you said your prayers before you went on home
we done sat on the block and just shot the breeze
we slap boxed in the middle of the street
and if a fight broke out you would take up for me
all i have left are these good ol memories
i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish i wish
Rap:
a yo dog i can't explain how i miss you
we stayed together coppin caine poppin pistols
i miss you the most
puttin the due rag over your bean head
even out the hood on the sean you brag
comin up out the fiends wit bags
runnin up out the cleanest jags
you was the closests nigga i had
look how we stayed aces
hustle made big faces
i wish we could trade places
fuck given you ice i'd rather give you life
and everything that i had i'd give you twice
Yo wwhat the dill my nigga
i know you holdin it down
if you could see me you'd say i'm talking soft right now
but it' hard for me to say when i'm a see you again
and i know it's fucked up i gotta talk through this pen
but you died for the live of the dough, your love for the block
16 you was runnin the spot
yo momma used to hate how we use to sit on the curb
hangin wit wild thug niggas smokin the herb
i'm a keep pourin this liquor and that's my word
this here for my nigga's who be flicking the bird
Chorus