D.I.T.C.

D.I.T.C. - Tribute songtekst

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(feat. A.G., Lord Finesse, O.C.)



[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 shit 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 shit got for real

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

You was a bad mothafucker 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 x2]
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