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DJ KaySlay f Angelous, Bad Seed, Cashmer

The Streetsweeper Vol. 2

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Typed by: davidab@cox.net[Chorus 2X: Sample]Get this thing through your headAnd they will never be no moreTell me, tell me, about it, damn it[Jae Millz]Aiyo, I move with a click that`s wrecklessAnd they ain`t got no problem spraying your ass, like disinfectantSo if I feel disrespected, I promise you familyYour body gon` be hollow tip infestedI come from the slums of the 212H-Dub, Lennox Ave, fuck you gon` do?We got wild clips duke, with things that`ll hit youAnd leave a hole so big your moms could put a whole wrist throughHomes, you don`t wanna push me thereTo the point, I gotta leave you in a bush somewhereNah, you don`t wanna push me thereIt ain`t worth it, dog, homeboy you better - better, huhBefore I aim in you -- huh, it`s realYou heard Millz real, and better believe it stupid cuz --Nah, come on, Slay you know who to holla atI`m heavy ever where from Harlem to the bottom where the rude boys and shottas satHell is what I`m giving em, fuck hurtin`, I`m killing emGot legends ready to pick back up they pen and spit again[Angelous]I nurture the track, the perfect of rapIts nonsense how the don, get curved it, to clapYou miss me, simply, I asserted the trackKay classic, the same game, dog, with packsMobsters with the arms up, feel the game wit meBomb up, as I conduct, this is Ang` furry, huhI made berry, the whole league in Jones BeachAnd bake berry, the H jerry`s is so sweetSo brief, aim`s gone, in the buildingO.G.`s ain`t honor the brilliant, except for the mindsThat push the breathe, for the best to colideBetter yet, I put the X in defineNever fret, when it`s beef, I put the pep` in the nineFrom your brain to my watch, you be ahead of my timeAim/shift, your brain wrist, the gate aimed to liftThe game will keep going because Angelous exists, bitch[Chorus][Cashmere]What up, it`s Cashmere, ya, your new rap fellowWe in hoods like the jam in `86, helloYou know what that means? Ya`ll the rap queenBunch of bitch niggaz, bow to your new kingAnd after this there won`t be no moreYou dudes, is full of hype, that`s what TV`s forSo, get it through your head, or the nine`ll leave, eight holes in your headThink I`m playing, nigga? I have my peeps pop out my the vanAnd you lookin like, a soldier out of PakistanAsk them dudes on this track, they`ll tell you Cash the manWhatever he doing, trust me, I know I canI`m ahead of him, eight miles and runningI`m done busting shots, the next hit, the bomb dropsYou cocksuckers is about to die, and -- let`s go, come on[Chorus][Trife Da God]Either you get it through the head, or you get it through the legEither way, you graze these bullets, is gonna leave you deadAnd I ain`t freezin` up, when it`s time to pull it, you heard what I saidIt`s Theodore nigga, we all about the bread, niggazAnd it`s time for a reality check, yet I`m celeb in the hoodAnd I ain`t even seen a salary yetYa`ll niggaz flee when my calvary`s stepStaten Island we rep, stylin` to death, pumpin` gallons to wetAnd like Nick, yeah, I stay with the CannonLay in fours, get, kid you stuck wherever you standingLay you on the strip, play you for a bitch, you punkPussy, you dealin` with crumbs, so stop actin` like you one tough cookieI`m not the greatest, I`m the latest, ya`ll faggots is imitatorsAir you out like venilators, and bang you like skinned potatoesCuz most of ya`ll faggots is sounding like little Jada`s[Maino]Yo, I speak for the Stuy, Brooklyn is mine, get it through your head`Fore I round these bullets up and send them through your headLast nigga tried to stunt, left his hat full of leadLeft the picture that your see, for the inside of F.E.D.S.I want you to think, that my gun don`t burstMy tech`ll make niggaz back up like cars in reverseDefinition of a thug, man, put in your workAnd nigga act up, you put his work in the earthYeah, I`m hotter than you ever was, real? You never wasHustle hard, nigga, we get you, whatever drugsBet you none of ya`ll seen, machine guns rattleSo I let off, and let you feel the heat off the barrelMy dogs rocked up, and got you when you hit the gravelBeen a hard hitter, before the Mets signed DarrylI`m your reaper, when I blast the street sweeperYou bitch niggaz`ll crack up like cheap sneakers[Chorus][True Life]Yo, ya`ll niggaz keep talking greasy, like I won`t melt ya`llSee me in the streets, got more Smilez than SouthstarPull your socks up, homey, you know what I`m about, yoI was pushing rocks, you pushed the Roc, forgot yo`sLot of niggaz thuggin`, but not like mePut the fifth to your nose, for being noseyFuck a throwback jersey, you trying to be FabolousEnd your career, have you resurface like CanibusNigga`s shouldn`t have let me looseI`m well when I`m sober, imagine off Cran` and Grey GooseI`m liable to clap the techMake you take that chain off, but I don`t want a rash on my necklaceShit, we ain`t the same calibur, listen, your donI treat ho`s how I wanna, even got a bad blondeGot bad feet, so I hit her with her shoes onGet this through your head, `fore I flip over, your Yukon[Bad Seed]Streetsweeper, cock back, run up, where ya block atGettin` money, stop that, where the fuck ya`ll rocks atBandana on my face, thirty nine on my waistShoot you if you try to run, nigga you ain`t gettin` chasedYou was poppin` hella shit, all that shit irrelevantSittin` on cake, and you waiting on the settlementI`m a grown man, never run, never ranAnd I don`t play with kids, this ain`t Never Never LandBrooklyn, fuck that, crackers, where my nuts at?You get bucked at, crew you `fore I Dutch hatI smoke `Cocoa Brova`, stay with a `Smif-N-Wessun`Skip J in the Garden, and hit Slay sessionBad Seed from the top of the hillIt`s still real though, Tarantino flow, keep it low, I Kill Bill

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