Tribute lyrics

Artist  : D.i.t.c. 
Song : Tribute



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 [O.C.] 

Yeah, umm 

This ain't a tribute, you still here, word up 

You still here, Corleone 


Chorus [Woman singing] 

I know you can hear me cuz I'm still feelin you,
oooh 

(Feelin you baby) 

I know that you can hear me cuz I'm still feelin
yoooou, yeah 


[O.C.] 

Yeah yo 

If I recall it was Valentine's Day 

Me and the misses gettin ready for a night on the
town to parlay 

The phone ring, I check the caller ID 

Seen your phone number, damn I shoulda answered
it 

If I had the slighest idea that was gonna be our
last convo, 

I woulda picked up yo 

Please accept my apology, I know you're listenin 

It ain't a day that go by without the crew sayin
we miss him 

February 15th, you was judged by the most high 

I was really mad at God 

You had big plans, you was about to be the man
and I'm 

Proud to death that you a part of the fam 

It be a privilege you associated wit us 

I hope you in a good place where life is love 

P.S. keep lookin over us, paw 

Wherever ya at, wherever ya are, love ya nigga 


Chorus 


[A.G.] 

Now what's the deal, dog 

The tune really got me zonin 

So I can't build long cuz it feel wrong 

So I dedicate this to make this right 

Rep you to death so it's Flamboyant for life 

Missin you, wishin you were here back wit us 

On this track wit us, but the facts are rough 

Woulda loved to see you hit it off, that platinum
stuff 

But my dog was layed to rest when the gat was
bust 

You was the man in San Fran, headline in
Amsterdam 

I even seen you put it on in Japan 
 

They had to barricade your wake cuz we came in
packs 

To see L, Coogi and specks, wit the hat to match 

And that was dope, and if he woulda woke and
spoke 

I bet my next royalty check he woulda cracked a
joke 

1-3-9 live nigga, the hood die young 

They say the good die young, Harlem fly nigga 


Chorus 


[Lord Finesse] 

I know you hear us, L 

I don't know how much can be taken by one man 

Lost you and my grandmother in a five-month span 

Thought we'd both live to see the golden years 

Drinkin beer on the sidewalk in foldin chairs 

If we couldn't spit rap, we'd live quite fat 

Playin chess in the park, you know sh*t like that


When we first met, down at Rock and Will's 

Knew it wasn't gon' be a problem to cop you a
deal 

Used to come through the block just to stop and
build 

It was all just a dream but sh*t got for real 

When you signed your first deal, you went the
slow route 

You was a bad mothaf**ker kid, no doubt 

You had the plan and all, standin tall 

We stay breakin night at the gamblin hall 

You know our steelo, we turn street corners into
casinos 

Blackjack to C-lo's, Spades to Pokino 

We stack notes, played around, cracked jokes 

Now you a livin legend of rap quotes 

No doubt, you left a lastin impression 

That's why I'm not too fond of people askin me
questions 

Your memories'll be hauntin to mines 

Or cats out there who didn't want you to shine 

They ain't know but I knew and you'll forever be 

Big L Corleone, Mister MVP, feel me? 


Chorus 2x