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!!!