Oh yeah   I'm back motherfucker, Ice-T 1991 fool   Told you, you should've killed me last year      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 D.J. 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, Beamers, and boomin' Jeeps   I'm always strapped, 'cause my money I keep   You move on the Ice, and you're goin' to sleep      So 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 a pictures, sign a autograph   Kick a little flavor, have some fun and laugh   But step to me wrong, you might get shot   And wind up lookin' outta ziplock