I Wish chords by The Mob

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Intro 1
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I left you for a minute, pour

Verse 1
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out a lil' liquor or somethin'
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Nigga we done been through
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a whole lot of shit together
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From runnin' these streets to
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bein' down for whatever
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And now that you're gone,
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I got a whole lot of shit to tell ya
Things I should've said way
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back when we was younger
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Remember when we used
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to roll hand in hand
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And now I'm trippin' on how
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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
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and everything would be okay
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It's all good now, my nigga,
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we out the hood now
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We had the same ideas,
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but not the same careers
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We shared the same old laughs,
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but not the same tears
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You were my homie, my scony, my roadie, my nigga,
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and never placed no bitch before me
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Man, I swear to
God I love you for that shit
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Why you had to get hit?
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Where was
I?
What time was it?
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You was supposed to get older with me
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On stage,
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hands on shoulders with me
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Coppin' them
Range
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Rovers with me
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Sittin' on bangs 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
Hennessy
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Just thinkin' about what you meant to me,
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my nigga
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I you're gone, you will always be my nigga
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I know you made it home,
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I'm still missin' you, my nigga
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I'm feelin' like the time and what's wrong,
my nigga
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So you're smilin' down, sayin',
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carry on, my nigga
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Sometimes my nights can get long,
my nigga
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Sometimes I feel
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God did me wrong, my nigga
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And   so I had to write a song,
my nigga
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Just to let you know that
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you're still my nig ga
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I wish, I wish, I I wish I wish,
I wish, I
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Your little son is looking at me like,
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where's my daddy?
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And your 13 -year -old daughter is
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mad cause 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 helping hand
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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
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your getting up out this gang
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And you would tell me how it keeps
calling your name
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Why, why, why…
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Never afraid to
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Die, die, die
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But sometimes, we
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Why, why, why…
Acting the law
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Why, why, why…
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They tear down these projects
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We  were homies for like
twenty -thug years
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They were
Sat in church and cried
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the same thug tears
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They were
You remember when
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Vibe
World permitted
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Now, we used to share
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the same old gear
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And   remember when
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you and me would say
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We'd get up out this hood
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and everything would be ok
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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
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Rob just live on
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But when I'm dying every
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second that you're gone
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Nev ertheless I try my best to be strong
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Oh then you said your prayers be
fore you went on home
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We  done stood on these blocks
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an d just shot the breeze
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We slap boxed dead in
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the middle of the streets
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And if a fight broke out you
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would take up a mean
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Now all I have left is these skittle
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memories
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I miss you
most,
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puttin' a durag over your bean head
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Even out the hood,
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don't have seen you brag
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Comin' up off the fiends with bags
Runnin' up out the cleanest
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Jag
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You was the closest nigga I had
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Look how we stayed aces
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Hustle made big faces
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I  wish we could trade places
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Fuck givin' you ice
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I'd rather give you life, and the things that I had,
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I'd give you twice
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What the deal,
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my nigga? I know you holdin' it down
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If you could see me,
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you would say I'm talkin' soft right now
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But it's hard for me to say when
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I'ma see you again
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And I know it's fucked up,
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I gotta talk through this pen
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But you died for the love of the dough,
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the love of the block
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Sixteen, you was runnin' the spot
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Boy, your mama used to hate
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how we stood on the curb
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Hangin' with wild thug niggas,
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smokin' the herb
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I'ma keep pourin' this liquor,
and that's my word
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This is for my niggas that be flippin' them birds,
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word up
Even though you're gone, you'll
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always be my nigga
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Even though you're you'll
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always be my nigga
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I'm feelin' like the time and what's
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feelin' like the time and what's wrong,
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my
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Sometimes these nights can get long,
my nigga
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Sometimes I feel like I don't belong,
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
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you still my nig ga
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We miss you nigga, we love you,
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we'll never be like you
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We'll never let you go, let you go our way