Tribute

(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]