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Soul On Ice
Ice-T
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It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's✦
Threw on enough gold for any✦ girl's pleasure
Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser✦
I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock
Hit three grand up off the dresser,✦ it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper✦ started beepin,✦ I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more money✦ than Prince
See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling
You see, on the streets they're players but only✦ one king
Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast
You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last
Now my homeboy Evil✦ was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz
I had many✦ adversaries but very✦ few close friends
We broke to the set, E parked✦ the car on the grass
High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare
And as we walked✦ through the crowd they threw bills in the air
I spied my man Jazz maxin✦ out with two stone cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx
He was known to be hard on the women✦ and a brother✦ he'd stomp
Smack a bitch in a minute,✦ some say just for fun
And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun
"Yo Ice, you my brother✦ and I love you and all
But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man
[?] 'member✦ when your boys took that fall?
And I posted✦ the bail cause yo ass was locked✦ up"
Evil✦ gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up
Just then I saw Donald-D✦ hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they niggaz when D hit the set
Cause what Donald-D✦ wanted✦ is what Donald-D'd get
Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place
"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil,✦ you mean
But I got the fliest new shit rollin✦ off gasoline"
Everyone in the party✦ moved✦ quickly outside
To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride
It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course
It purred✦ like a jet, "Yo man, I bought it with cash"
It had 'Donald-D'✦ written in gold on the dash
Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street
I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak
There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground
And all I could hear was, "Yo, Ice is down!"
Somebody had shot me that night that I quit
The night that I ended✦ all this hustlin playin shit
It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired✦
Would be the same night that my whole life expired✦
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