Soul On Ice Lyrics - Ice T

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 

Picked three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot 

Now my beeper started beeping, I threw that shit in the sink 

I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Brinks 

See, I was quitting 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 expecting 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 niggas when D hit the set 

'Cause what Donald D wanted, is what Donald D get 

Donald's eyes hit mine, then a smile across 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 flyest shit rollin' off gasoline" 

Everyone in the party moved quickly outside 

To see Donald D's ultimate super fly ride 

It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche 

A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible 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 no where 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 to the ground 

And all I could hear was "Yo Ice is down!" 

Somebody had shot me 

The night that I quit 

The night that I ended all this hustlin', playin' shit 

It's ironic ain't it 

The night I retire, would be the same night that my whole life expire