| Yeah, yeah, yeah, Lil' Flip, Bizzy Bone
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| First Eazy, Houston Texas, then Pac, then Biggie
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| An' now I’m missin' Big Pun
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| Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah, wake up, America
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| An' even though you gone, your memory lives on an' on, yeah
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| An' even though you died, you’re still my nigga
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| An' even though you gone, your memory lives on an' on, yeah
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| An' even though you died, you’re still my nigga
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| Look, I met Screw in nine four at a Fat Pat show
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| Back, when Club Unique, used to be Stadium Bowl
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| I walked up to his car with a cassette in my hand
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| Then I free styled for him 'cause this could be my only chance
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| Me an' my partner Jason, we started doin' mix tapes
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| We both smiled 'cause we knew this could be our big break
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| Then Screw wrote his number down an' said hit him next week
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| Get your list together an' pick all your beats
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| Well time went by an' my best friend died
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| Rest in peace Jason, dog, I wish your ass was alive
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| A couple months later, my second cousin passed
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| So that made me sit down an' realize what I had
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| I dropped 'Diamonds in yo face' an' 'Buy the car, buy the house'
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| An' Screw saw me at a show an' said, ‽Boy, you went offâ€
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| Two hours later, I was makin' tapes at his house
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| An' didn’t nobody go to sleep until the mics went off
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| An' even though you gone, your memory lives on an' on, yeah
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| An' even though you died, you’re still my nigga
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| An' even though you gone, your memory lives on an' on, yeah
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| An' even though you died, you’re still my nigga
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| I’m still on earth an' everything terrific
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| Hold me a spot, so we can reunite an' kick it
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| People don’t understand life, but one day you’ll get it
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| But for now, you better enjoy your one way ticket
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| An' Screw, I wanna thank you for the help you gave me
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| We had a relationship like Lil Wayne an' Baby
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| The day you gave me the plaque, sayin' 'Screwed Up Click'
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| The Freestyle King forever is Little Flip
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| You let me rip, the mic while you was scratchin' an' mixin'
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| I wasn’t tryin' to run shit, I just played my position
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| We stood in the kitchen, smokin', laughin' an' sippin'
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| Gettin' high, me an' you eatin' a basket of chicken
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| Before we shot fool, you said, ‽Flip, come get a ass whippin'â€
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| I ain’t gone lie, Screw could shoot with one hand without missin'
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| I’m on a mission, I’m tryin' to Screw up the world
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| Lil' Flip gone hold it down, baby, that’s my word
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| An' even though you gone, your memory lives on an' on, yeah
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| An' even though you died, you’re still my nigga
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| An' even though you gone, your memory lives on an' on, yeah
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| An' even though you died, you’re still my nigga
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| Now the last verse, I ain’t even gotta curse
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| I’m use to seein' your Impala, not you ridin' in a hearse
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| You set a trend, that’ll never be forgotten
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| Just imagine Batman if he didn’t have Robin
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| But I learned a lot, an' I’m glad I’m in a click
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| An' please believe, I still drop underground hits
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| I got your name tatted on me with a crown on top
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| You probably DJin' up there for Biggie Smalls an' Pac
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| An' even though you gone, your memory lives on an' on, yeah
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| An' even though you died, you’re still my nigga
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| An' even though you gone, your memory lives on an' on, yeah
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| An' even though you died, you’re still my nigga |