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I'm going on tour, and I'm gonna show anybodyOut there that thinks for one second that maybeI'm second guessing myselfThat I am the greatest of all time forever and everOne surprise, one surprise, shh! Wooo! I'm backTo make it out the ice cold streets of the cityYou better have a Christopher word game, wittyYou better have a dance game similar to DiddyOr play b-ball above the rim like SmittyJosh, Chris Bosh, Pau GasolOr any other nigga that ball and tallI used to sell it white as Paul WallGave my young boi three of them in the mallAnd he gon' bring me 75K back tomorrowYou know what Bigga 'bout, you know what Bigga doIce water in my veins, heart pumpin' iglooI'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 himAnd I'm 'bout to jet off on his ass like a BoeingGoing, going, going, gone, songYou 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!Letras de cancionesI got a big house on the big side of townI got life pretty much the way I want it!To make it out the ice cold streets of the cityYour mindstate gotta be as wicked as FiddyCan't love life suckling on mama's titty'Cause life is a bitch and a bitch ain't with itYou gotta have faith livin' life on BiggieI'm ready to die for the money, who is with me?Life after death, hey this must be hellI asked for six figures, God gave back selfI'm on my way to heaven in a Porsche 911Buried in my car, I'm surrounded by a haremSurrounded by my brethren, my funeral is legendBuried like a Pharaoh with my jewelry in the desertThe government will hate me like Jesus, but fuck 'emI did it for the grind, I did it for the hustleI did it for the people on the bottom in the struggleI did it for my comrades, did it 'cause I love 'emCustom made brother, woo! And I mean custom made!From the alligators to the Oleg Cassini right hereRic Flair! there's only one.And I don't care if it's Tokyo, Japan, GreensboroRichmond, Charlotte, North Carolina, Asheville,Atlanta, Georgia, CharlotteL.A, I'm the man that's makin' it possible!To make it out the ice cold streets of the cityYou gotta politic your situations like ClintonIf you chase power you ain't gotta chase womenSo take some advice, take cash over assWhen you get money you ain't gotta take shitSo, long as you broke she ain't gotta take dickCapiche?Now you know what motivate your bitchCapiche?Pay the mortgage or the pussy up for leaseCapiche?Church ladies goin' gaga for the Gucci (yah!)Got two Nickis ménagin' for some Louie (yah!)Work with the keys, get acquainted with AliciaAnd every other girl named Rihanna wanna meet yaThey in it for the money, not the swag or the featuresPretty parasites might suck you like leechesJust some information for a student from a teacherReal life shit, I'm Mike Bigga, nice to meet ya, goneAt Delta, the girls call me cool.At Eastern the girls call me Slick RicAnd all the other women around the world just sayOh, there goes the man, woo! From Letras Mania