Ric Flair Lyrics - Pl3dge - Killer Mike

I'm going on tour, and I'm gonna show anybody out there that 

thinks for one second that maybe I'm second guessing myself, 

that I am the greatest of all time forever and ever. 

One surprise, one surprise ... shhhh! Wooo! I'm back. 

To make it out the ice cold streets of the city 

You better have a Christopher word game, witty 

You better have a dance game similar to Diddy 

Or play b-ball above the rim like Smitty 

Josh, Chris Bosh, Pau Gasol 

Or any other nigga that ball at all 

I used to sell it white as Paul Wall 

Gave my young boi three of them in the mall 

And he gon' bring me $75K back tomorrow 

You know what Bigga 'bout, you know what Bigga do 

Ice water in my veins, heart pumpin' igloo 

I'm familiar wit the money so ... who the fuck is you? 

What the fuck you do? Where the fuck you from? Who you knowing? 

Somebody get this nigga, I don't know him 

And I'm 'bout to jet off on his ass like a Boeing 

Going, going, going, gone ... song 

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You don't like the the prestige that I have in life. 

You don't like the notoriety. 

You detest the fact that I got more cars than most of you have friends! 

I got a big house on the big side of town ... 

I got life pretty much the way I want it! 

To make it out the ice cold streets of the city 

Your mindstate gotta be as wicked as Fiddy 

Can't love life suckling on mama's titty 

Cause life is a bitch and a bitch ain't with it 

You gotta have faith livin' life on Biggie 

I'm ready to die for the money, who is with me? 

Life after death, hey this must be hell 

I asked for six figures, God gave back self 

I'm on my way to heaven in a Porsche 911 

Buried in my car, I'm surrounded by a harem 

Surrounded by my brethren, my funeral is legend 

Buried like a pharaoh with my jewelery in the desert 

The government will hate me like Jesus, but fuck 'em 

I did it for the grind, I did it for the hustle 

I did it for the people on the bottom in the struggle 

I did it for my comrades, did it cause I love 'em 

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Custom made brother ... Wooo! 

And I mean custom made! From the alligators to all that they can see right here. 

Ric Flair! There's only one. 

And I don't care if it's Tokyo, Japan; Greensboro; Richmond; Charlotte, North Carolina; Asheville; Atlanta, Georgia; Charlotte; L.A. ... 

I'm the man that's makin' it possible!" 

To make it out the ice cold streets of the city 

You gotta politic your situations like Clinton 

If you chase power you ain't gotta chase women 

So take some advice, take cash over ass 

When you get money you ain't gotta take shit 

So, long as you broke she ain't gotta take dick 

Capiche? 

Now you know what motivate your beetch 

Capiche? 

Pay the mortgage or the pussy up for lease 

Capiche? 

Church ladies goin' gaga for the Gucci (Yah!) 

Got two niggas, menaging for some Louie (Yah!) 

Work with the keys, get acquainted with Alicia 

And every other girl named Rihanna wanna meet ya 

They in it for the money, not the swag or the features 

Pretty parasites might suck you like leeches 

Just some information for a student from a teacher 

Real life shit, I'm Mike Bigga, nice to meet ya ... gone 

At Delta, the girls call me cool. 

At Eastern, the girls call me Slick Ric. 

And all the other women around the world just say ... aww, there goes the man ... Woo!