It was a night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's Left a pound and a half of shit still in the dresser I a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot Now my beeper started beeping, I threw that shit in the I didn't it no more, I had more money than Brinks See, I was quitting the game and was my fling You see on the streets they're players but only one Now that's the title I but the game is real fast You get in and get out if you expecting to last Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs in his brand new Benz I had many adversaries but very few friends We broke to the set, E the car on the grass High-signin' was his trademark and he did it with Hit the like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare And as we walked the crowd they threw bills in the air I spied my man Jazz maxin' out with two cold freaks "Yo, up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?" Now Jazz was a player from the coast, the Bronx He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd Smack a bitch in a minute, some say for fun And he was known for his chrome-plated gun "Yo Ice, you my and I love you and all But up with that six g's you owe me, man 'Member when your boys that fall? And I posted the bail 'cause yo ass was up" gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the fuck up Just then I saw hit the front door gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore Hoes grabbed for they when D hit the set what Donald D wanted, is what Donald D get Donald's hit mine, then a smile across his face Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole place "Yo Ice you the coolest and you mean But I got the shit rollin' off gasoline" Everyone in the party moved quickly To see D's ultimate super fly ride It was black, it was low, cost twice of my Porsche A Testarossa Ferrari, of course It purred a jet "Yo man, I bought it cash" It had 'Donald D' written in on the dash Then out of no where a shot across the street I felt pain in my chest and my got weak There was blood on my hands and I fell to to the And all I could was "Yo Ice is down!" had shot me The night I quit The night that I ended all hustlin', playin' shit It's ironic it The night I retire, be the same night that my whole life expire