Soul On Ice Lyrics

The song Soul On Ice is performed by Ice-T in the album named Power in the year 1990 .

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
Hit three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot
Now my beeper started beepin', I threw that shit in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Prince

See, I was quittin' 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 expectin' 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 gra*s
High-signin' was his trademark and he did it with cla*s

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 a*s was locked up"

Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the f**k up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door
More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they niggaz when D hit the set

'Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get
Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed 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 fliest new shit rollin' off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved quickly outside
To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly 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 nowhere 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 the ground
And all I could hear was, "Yo, Ice is down"
Somebody had shot me that night that I quit

The night that I ended all this hustlin' playin' shit
It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired
Would be the same night that my whole life expired

Ice-T - Power

Oct 1990

Soul On Ice