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Ric Flair

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[INTRO - Ric Flair speaking] "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." [VERSE 1] 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 [INTERLUDE 1 - Ric Flair speaking] "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!" [VERSE 2] 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


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