Soul On Ice

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[Verse 1]
[Em]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 [C]pound and a half of
[Em]that shit still in the dresser
I slapped a clip [F]in my [Em]nine,
threw a clip in my sock
Picked three grand up off the dresser,
it was ten on the dot
Now my beep[C]er started beep[Em]ing,
I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more,
[C]I had more money [Em]than Brinks[Am]
[G]See, I was quitting the [Gm]game
[Em]and tonight was my fling
[C]You see on the str[Em]eets they're players
but only one [Am]king[Em][Gm]
[Em]Now that's the title [Am]I held
but the game [Em]is real [C]fast[Em]
You gotta get in and get [Am]out
[Em]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
[Am]And [Em]as we walked through the crowd
they threw bills [Am]in the air
[Em]I spied my man Jazz maxin'
[Am]out with two stone [Em]cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you [A]rich now, [Em]man,
you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from
the east coast, the Bronx
He [D]was known [Em]to be hard on the women
and a brother [A]he'd stomp
[Em]Smack a bitch in a minute,
[Am]some say just for [A]fun
[Em]And he was known for his chrome-
plated [Am]pearl- [A]handled gun[Em]
"Yo [Am]Ice, [Em]you my brother and I love
you and [A]all
[Em]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 [Am]up
[Em]Just then I saw Donald- D
hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec,
black leather he wore
[A]Hoes grabbed for they nig[Em]gas 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 [A]face
[Em]Then a light hit his ring and blinded
the whole goddamn [A]place[Em]
"Yo Ice you the coolest and Evil you [A]mean
[Em]But I got the flyest shit
rollin' off [A]gasoline"
[Em]Everyone in the party
moved quickly out[A]side
[Em]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 [A]of course
[Em]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
[A]I felt pai[Em]n in my chest and my
knees got weak
There was blood on my hands
and I fell to to the ground
[A]And all I c[Em]ould 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 [Am]whole [Em]life expire