Ric Flair - Killer Mike, Kalumet

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!»