Afrika Islam - Soul on Ice lyrics

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 sh** 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 sh** 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 gra** High-signin was his trademark and he did it with cla** 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 b**h 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 a** was locked up" Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the f** up Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore Hoes grabbed for they n***as 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 sh** 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 sh** It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired Would be the same night that my whole life expired