Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ric Flair, artist - Killer Mike. Date of issue: 24.02.2011
Song language: English
Ric Flair |
| 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 and tall |
| 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 |
| «You don’t like 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 seven |
| 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 |
| «Custom made brother … Wooo! |
| And I mean custom made! |
| From the alligators to |
| the Oleg Cassini 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 Nickis ménagin' 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 … awww, there goes the man |
| … Woo!» |