Rick Ross - Little Havana lyrics

[Intro: Willie Falcon] My name is Willie Falcon I was the undisputed king in the cocaine industry From the mid '70s through the '80s and into the '90s If you snort cocaine back in those days There was 85% chance it was my cocaine I helped build Miami skyline into what it is today Twenty billion dollars got me twenty-seven years in federal prison I always live by the [?] That's why my best days are ahead of me I am richer than I've ever been I would like to send my love to my friend Rick Ross Rick, I'm immensely appreciated And given me love and give me my name in your music for the past two decades Erupts me that I had your support for so many years [Interlude: Rick Ross & The-Dream] You gotta learn to use your money, it'll keep you out of certain situations (Oh) I'ma make it clear as I can for you young ni**as, you hear me? (Oh, yeah yeah) Biggies (Maybach Music) [Verse 1: Rick Ross & The-Dream] Problem was I never was a prodigy Possibly, my biggest flaw is lack of modesty Diabolical means never knew college degrees Sippin' coffee at a cafe on college, capisce? ni**as soul being sold and still own a leash [?] boy, he ain't [?] I was really throwin' money I really saw Meech And I let them rappin' ni**as get closer to Meek It ain't bottle [?] the most but let's make a toast 'Cause a lot of ni**as told and kept it on the low (Oh yeah) I was self made, ni**a, never won a vote (Oh yeah) And before a record label [?] I wanted coke I'm talkin' L.A. Reid the biggest babyface This for my ni**as in the prisons sippin' Gatorade All these hitters takin' pictures for they babies maid Her baby mama's in the projects tryna make a [wage?] (Oh) ni**as lookin' funny when you get the hunnids (Oh yeah) I got a school of ['donis?], daddy get 'em punished (Oh yeah) Because I'm on the streets they consider me [?] (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) Hit your b*tches in a Tesla at the push of a bu*ton (Oh) If she got up in the coupe then she gotta be fu*kin' Fifty restaurants but a lot of me hungry (M—M—) These ni**as wanna gossip I just want the dollars All black Phantoms going south from [?] (Oh yeah) Villains know we killin' so that ain't a problem (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) I'm gonna stack my money be a better father You could pay me down but I got it regardless Js that I'm rockin' they gotta be goggles (Oh) When we plot to kill 'em we send a few a bottle (Oh) Set 'em up like 2Pac, get 'em to [rob 'em?] (Oh) I always loved BIG, sh*t, I did it big I released [?] Double M the kids now we back to biz' Thirty six a brick, baby, here it is My ni**as in designer but we militant (Oh yeah) I got the city on my back and that's just what it is [Verse 2: The-Dream] Two twenty on the dash still can't stop us I just got back to my girl to the Opera 'Cause [?] he went and bought a chopper As if it couldn't get worse we lost Kobe in a 'copter Three months later ni**as forget all about you Always doubt you now they can't live without you Did you cry for the men or did you cry for the fame? Did you pour out for the pain? [Outro: The-Dream] I've been around this world so many times I Just love and loyalty by any means I've been around this world so many times I I know to never pray amongst your enemies I've been around the world too many times now That new sh*t just feelin' old to me And trustin' new ni**as been old to me for so long When the real ni**as coming home? (M—M—) Home (It's been a mean world without you) Yeah, shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I? When the real ni**as coming home? Home (It's been a mean world without you) Yeah, shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I? (Maybach Music)