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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