Once again i’m back in the place to be
The i, the c, the e, the t
I’ll never get a grammy, so fuck the g
All i need is crowd, and my m-i-c
Got a gangster ass dj named evil e
My record label’s called warner b
William morris is my agency
I’ll never go broke, i got property
Got a dope pitbull named felony
Got four gold albums
So what you tell’n me?
Power was two, iceberg was three
This one here shipped five hundred g
Now when i roll, i roll stupid deep
Benz’s, bemers, and boomin’ jeeps
I’m always strapped
Cause my money i keep
You move on the ice
And you’re goin’ to sleep
But when you see me
Walkin’ down the street
You say, "what’s up ice?"
And i say, "peace!"
You give me a dap, i give you one back
Cause i ain’t souped
So forget about that
We might take pictures
Sign n utograph
Kick a little flavor
Have some fun and laugh
But step to me wrong
You might get shot
And wind up lookin’ out a ziplock!!!
