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, shh! Wooo! I'm back
To make it out the ice cold stɾeets of the city
You better have a Christoρher word game, witty
You better have a dance game similar to [C7]Diddy
Or play b-ball [Em]above the ɾim like [F]Smitty
Josh, Chris Bosh, Pau Gasol
Or any other nigga that ball [Em]and [Bm]tall
I used to [C7]sell it white as Paul Wall
Gave my [A]young boi three of them [A]in the mall
And he gon' bring me 75K back tomorrow
You know what Bigga 'bout, you [A7know what Bigga do
Ice water in my [A]veins, heart pumpin' igloo
I'm familiar wit the money so who the f*ck is you?
What the f*ck you [A7do? Where the f*ck you [A7from? Who you [A7knowing?
Somebody get this nigga, I don't know him
And I'm 'bout to [C7]jet off on [C7]his ass like [F]a Boeing
Going, going, going, gone, song
You don't like [F]the prestige that I have in life.
You don't like [F]the notoriety.
You detest the fact that I got [Fm7]more cars than most of you [A7have friends!
I got [Fm7]a big house on [C7]the big side of town
I got [Fm7]life pretty much the way I want it!
To make it out the ice cold stɾeets of the city
Your mindstate gotta be [Am]as wicked as Fiddy
Can't love life suckling on [C7]mama's titty
'Cause life is a bitch and [Bm]a bitch ain't with it
You gotta have faith livin' life on [C7]Biggie
I'm ɾeady to [C7]die for [Dm7]the money, who is with me?
Life after death, hey this must be [Am]hell
I asked for [Dm7]six figures, God gave back self
I'm on [C7]my [A]way to [C7]heaven in a Porsche 911
Buried in my [A]car, I'm surrounded by a harem
Surrounded by my [A]brethren, my [A]funeral is legend
Buried like [F]a Pharaoh with my [A]jewelry in the desert
The government will hate me like [F]Jesus, but f*ck 'em
I did it for [Dm7]the grind, I did it for [Dm7]the hustle
I did it for [Dm7]the people on [C7]the bottom in the stɾuggle
I did it for [Dm7]my [A]comrades, did it 'cause I love 'em
Custom made brother, woo! And I mean custom made!
From the alligators to [C7]the Oleg Cassini ɾight 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 stɾeets of the city
You gotta politic your situations like [F]Clinton
If you [A7chase power you [A7ain't gotta chase women
So take some advice, take cash over ass
When you [A7get money you [A7ain't gotta take shit
So, long [Am]as you [A7broke she ain't gotta take dick
Capiche?
Now you [A7know what motivate your bitch
Capiche?
Pay the mortgage or the pussy up for [Dm7]lease
Capiche?
Church ladies goin' gaga for [Dm7]the Gucci (yah!)
Got two Nickis ménagin' for [Dm7]some Louie (yah!)
Work with the keys, get acquainted with Alicia
And every other girl named Rihanna wanna meet ya
They in it for [Dm7]the money, not the swag or the features
Pretty parasites might suck you [A7like [F]leeches
Just some information [C7]for [Dm7]a student from a teacher
Real life shit, I'm Mike Bigga, nice to [C7]meet ya, gone
At Delta, the girls call [Em]me cool.
At Eastern the girls call [Em]me Slick Ric
And all [Em]the other women around the world just say
Oh, there goes the man, woo!
