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!!!
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