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(feat. A.G., Lord Finesse, O.C.) |
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[O.C.] |
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Yeah, umm |
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This ain't a tribute, you still here, word up |
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You still here, Corleone |
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[Chorus: Woman singing] |
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I know you can hear me cuz I'm still feelin you, oooh |
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(Feelin you baby) |
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I know that you can hear me cuz I'm still feelin yoooou, yeah |
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[O.C.] |
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Yeah yo |
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If I recall it was Valentine's Day |
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Me and the misses gettin ready for a night on the town to parlay |
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The phone ring, I check the caller ID |
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Seen your phone number, damn I shoulda answered it |
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If I had the slighest idea that was gonna be our last convo, |
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I woulda picked up yo |
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Please accept my apology, I know you're listenin |
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It ain't a day that go by without the crew sayin we miss him |
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February 15th, you was judged by the most high |
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I was really mad at God |
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You had big plans, you was about to be the man and I'm |
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Proud to death that you a part of the fam |
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It be a privilege you associated wit us |
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I hope you in a good place where life is love |
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P.S. keep lookin over us, paw |
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Wherever ya at, wherever ya are, love ya nigga |
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[Chorus] |
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[A.G.] |
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Now what's the deal, dog |
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The tune really got me zonin |
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So I can't build long cuz it feel wrong |
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So I dedicate this to make this right |
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Rep you to death so it's Flamboyant for life |
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Missin you, wishin you were here back wit us |
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On this track wit us, but the facts are rough |
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Woulda loved to see you hit it off, that platinum stuff |
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But my dog was layed to rest when the gat was bust |
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You was the man in San Fran, headline in Amsterdam |
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I even seen you put it on in Japan |
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They had to barricade your wake cuz we came in packs |
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To see L, Coogi and specks, wit the hat to match |
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And that was dope, and if he woulda woke and spoke |
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I bet my next royalty check he woulda cracked a joke |
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1-3-9 live nigga, the hood die young |
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They say the good die young, Harlem fly nigga |
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[Chorus] |
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[Lord Finesse] |
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I know you hear us, L |
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I don't know how much can be taken by one man |
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Lost you and my grandmother in a five-month span |
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Thought we'd both live to see the golden years |
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Drinkin beer on the sidewalk in foldin chairs |
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If we couldn't spit rap, we'd live quite fat |
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Playin chess in the park, you know shit like that |
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When we first met, down at Rock and Will's |
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Knew it wasn't gon' be a problem to cop you a deal |
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Used to come through the block just to stop and build |
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It was all just a dream but shit got for real |
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When you signed your first deal, you went the slow route |
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You was a bad mothafucker kid, no doubt |
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You had the plan and all, standin tall |
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We stay breakin night at the gamblin hall |
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You know our steelo, we turn street corners into casinos |
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Blackjack to C-lo's, Spades to Pokino |
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We stack notes, played around, cracked jokes |
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Now you a livin legend of rap quotes |
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No doubt, you left a lastin impression |
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That's why I'm not too fond of people askin me questions |
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Your memories'll be hauntin to mines |
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Or cats out there who didn't want you to shine |
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They ain't know but I knew and you'll forever be |
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Big L Corleone, Mister MVP, feel me? |
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[Chorus x2] |
