Ice-T: Soul on Ice

It was a Saturday night on the streets of CaliThrew on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally'sThrew on enough gold for any girl's pleasureLeft a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresserI slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sockHit three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dotNow my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sinkI didn't need it no more, I had more money than PrinceSee, I was quittin the game and tonight was my flingYou see, on the streets they're players but only one kingNow that's the title I held but the game is real fastYou gotta get in and get out if you expectin to lastNow my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new BenzI had many adversaries but very few close friendsWe broke to the set, E parked the car on the grassHigh-signin was his trademark and he did it with classHit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stareAnd as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the airI 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 BronxHe was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stompSmack a bitch in a minute, some say just for funAnd he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and allBut 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 upJust then I saw Donald-D hit the front doorMore gold than a Aztec, black leather he woreHoes grabbed for they niggaz when D hit the setCause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd getDonald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his faceThen a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you meanBut I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline"Everyone in the party moved quickly outsideTo see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly rideIt was black, it was low, cost twice that of my PorscheA Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of courseIt purred like a jet, "Yo man, I bought it with cash"It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dashThen out of nowhere came a shot across the streetI felt pain in my chest and my knees got weakThere was blood on my hands and I fell to the groundAnd all I could hear was, "Yo, Ice is down!"Somebody had shot me that night that I quitThe night that I ended all this hustlin playin shitIt's ironic ain't it, the night I retiredWould be the same night that my whole life expired