Song Soul on Ice

It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali<br>Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally`s<br>Threw on enough gold for any girl`s pleasure<br>Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser<br>I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock<br>Hit three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot<br>Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that shit in the sink<br>I didn`t need it no more, I had more money than Prince<br>See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling<br>You see, on the streets they`re players but only one king<br>Now that`s the title I held but the game is real fast<br>You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last<br>Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz<br>I had many adversaries but very few close friends<br>We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass<br>High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class<br>Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare<br>And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air<br>I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks<br>"Yo, what`s up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?"<br>Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx<br>He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he`d stomp<br>Smack a bitch in a minute, some say just for fun<br>And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun<br>"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all<br>But what`s up with that six g`s you owe me, man<br>...`member when your boys took that fall?<br>And I posted the bail cause yo ass was locked up"<br>Evil gave Jazz ten g`s and Jazz shut the fuck up<br>Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door<br>More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore<br>Hoes grabbed for they niggaz when D hit the set<br>Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D`d get<br>Donald`s eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face<br>Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place<br>"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean<br>But I got the fliest new shit rollin off gasoline"<br>Everyone in the party moved quickly outside<br>To see Donald-D`s ultimate Superfly ride<br>It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche<br>A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course<br>It purred like a jet, "Yo man, I bought it with cash"<br>It had `Donald-D` written in gold on the dash<br>Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street<br>I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak<br>There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground<br>And all I could hear was, "Yo, Ice is down!"<br>Somebody had shot me that night that I quit<br>The night that I ended all this hustlin playin shit<br>It`s ironic ain`t it, the night I retired<br>Would be the same night that my whole life expired