| Song | The Coldest Rap |
| Artist | Ice T |
| Album | West Coast Rap Vol 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I-C-E B-E-R-G | |
| What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read? | |
| Time to bleed, slaughter, slice | |
| Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice | |
| Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect | |
| Put you in a boilin' pot and let your ass sweat | |
| Cos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyle? | |
| Well 911 you should dial | |
| Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib | |
| Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid | |
| Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots |