The Iceberg Ice-T

[Intro]
Oh baby, man, this is a funky track
Man, you got it goin' on, Ice-T my nigga, man
Yeah yeah, boy, they gonna go crazy when they hear this one, boy
Album 3, man, we still in effect, man
Yo, Ice, kick some of that pimp shit out there
Throw that fly shit at 'em

[Verse 1]
I-C-E B-E-R-G
What's that spell? Iceberg, baby, 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, you hear the gunshots
Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rot
Cause I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard
Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg

[Interlude]
Oh, baby, [?]
Man, you got it goin' on, man, and it's strong, baby
Kick that fly one to me about my man Evil E, aight?
Come on, kick it