(feat. Boo and Gotti)    Yo', what up, my n****  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'    N****, we done been through a lot of s*** together  From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever  And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of s*** 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 n****)  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 n**** and never placed no b**** before me  Man, I sear to God I love for that s***  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 n***)    Even when you're gone you will always be my n****  When you went home I'm still missin' you, my n****  I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my n****  I know you're smilin' down sayin' carry on, my n****    Some times my nights can get long, my n****  Some times I feel God did me wrong, my n****  So I had to write a song, my n****  Just to let you know that you're still my n****    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 ¡Rcause 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 a** was here, my n****  To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n****  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 n****  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 n**** I had  Look how we stayed aces  Hustled, made big faces  I wish we could trade places  F*** 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 n****, 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 f***ed 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 n****s, smokin' the herb (Mmm,  hmm, hmm)  I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word  This here is for n****s that be flippin' them birds  (Oh)  Word up!    Even though you know you will always be my n****  (Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)  Even though you're gone you will also be my n****  I'm feelin' like the time when I'm high, my n****     I'm feelin' like time  I'm strung out, sayin', "Radio, please don't take the  n**** out this song  Let it play on, go on, on  So I had to write this song, my n****  Just to let you know that you're still my n****