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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 iscrowd, 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 onthe 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!!!