Ah yeah

Ice-T in the motherfuckin' house, you know what I'm sayin'?

Cold loungin' up here at the ammo dump, you know what I'm sayin'?

Got my man SLJ in the house, Rock Bottom, you know

Beatmaster V's in the house, Babu

I got Nappy Cat Syndicate mob boss

And DJ Aladdin, the master cylinder

Now Evil E and Afrika Islam's out fuckin'

Hoes all over the world and shit

So I'm gonna have to do this rhyme

By myself, you know what I'm sayin'?

Where they at? Fuck it

Let me tell you a little story 'bout my homeboy Ed

Used to drink every day, straight forty to the head

You try to snap on him, he does what you said

You still try to break, he start givin' up lead

Loved to gamble, on one knee he stayed

Tryin' to hit seven and all night he played

Worked teachin' weights so he always got paid

Blew on the hoes every dollar he made

Crazy friends, crazy friends he had

Super fly droves, super dope pad

Cars for your ass and I'm talkin' 'bout class

Benzes and better with his name on the dash

One night he got drunk and started drivin' real fast

Ed's dead