[INTRO - Ric Flair speaking]
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"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."
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[VERSE 1]
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To make it out the ice cold streets of the city
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You better have a Christopher word game, witty
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You better have a dance game similar to Diddy
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Or play b-ball above the rim like Smitty
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Josh, Chris Bosh, Pau Gasol
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Or any other nigga that ball at all
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I used to sell it white as Paul Wall
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Gave my young boi three of them in the mall
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And he gon' bring me $75K back tomorrow
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You know what Bigga 'bout, you know what Bigga do
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Ice water in my veins, heart pumpin' igloo
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I'm familiar wit the money so who the fuck is you?
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What the fuck you do? Where the fuck you from? Who you knowing?
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Somebody get this nigga, I don't know him
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And I'm 'bout to jet off on his ass like a Boeing
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Going, going, going, gone song
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[INTERLUDE 1 - Ric Flair speaking]
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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!"
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[VERSE 2]
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To make it out the ice cold streets of the city
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Your mindstate gotta be as wicked as Fiddy
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Can't love life suckling on mama's titty
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Cause life is a bitch and a bitch ain't with it
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You gotta have faith livin' life on Biggie
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I'm ready to die for the money, who is with me?
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Life after death, hey this must be hell
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I asked for six figures, God gave back self
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I'm on my way to heaven in a Porsche 911
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Buried in my car, I'm surrounded by a harem
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Surrounded by my brethren, my funeral is legend
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Buried like a pharaoh with my jewelery in the desert
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The government will hate me like Jesus, but fuck 'em
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I did it for the grind, I did it for the hustle
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I did it for the people on the bottom in the struggle
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I did it for my comrades, did it cause I love 'em
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[INTERLUDE 2 - Ric Flair speaking]
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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!"
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[VERSE 3]
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To make it out the ice cold streets of the city
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You gotta politic your situations like Clinton
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If you chase power you ain't gotta chase women
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So take some advice, take cash over ass
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When you get money you ain't gotta take shit
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So, long as you broke she ain't gotta take dick
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Capiche?
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Now you know what motivate your beetch
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Capiche?
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Pay the mortgage or the pussy up for lease
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Capiche?
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Church ladies goin' gaga for the Gucci (Yah!)
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Got two niggas, menaging for some Louie (Yah!)
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Work with the keys, get acquainted with Alicia
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And every other girl named Rihanna wanna meet ya
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They in it for the money, not the swag or the features
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Pretty parasites might suck you like leeches
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Just some information for a student from a teacher
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Real life shit, I'm Mike Bigga, nice to meet ya gone
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[OUTRO - Ric Flair speaking]
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"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... awww, there goes the man... Woo!"
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Ric Flair
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Killer Mike |