"Soul on Ice" as written by and Tracy/glenn Marrow....
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

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"Soul on Ice" as written by Tracy Marrow Charles Andre Glenn

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