[Intro: RBX]
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Real, Black Ice!
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Real Street Sweeper
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Come On!! Come On!!
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Ha ha ha
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[Chorus: Black Silver]
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Me and my Street Sweeper, UHH! make a sucker believer YEAH!
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Me and my Street Sweeper, UHH! make a sucker believer YEAH!
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You see I hold it in my left hand, load that motherfucker when I ride
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Jack it off one time for the money, once more when I got him inside
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Yeah! Yeah! Come On!! Come On!!
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[Verse 1: Black Silver]
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Fuck all that bragging with that half rap (YEAH!)
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Exactly what I'm laughing at (UHHA!)
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Black Silver ain't having that, Mac-10 they had attack
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Maximize, out claps guys, crews got outsized
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Flatline, cold as Ice cause you got baptized
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Overdosing on that Okie Doke
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So we hustle a bit on that damn smoke
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Zooming in like the telescope, game sealed like an envelope
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Make a nigga walk that high rope, have it quick and I read his phonescope
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Give me that cash, you don't believe him, I know he seen this shit
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It's Mr. Push-on, count stacks, mack some ass, get relax
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With my chopper always, we're short stoppers here today
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Crime Pays been that way, Rhyme pays in a different way
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'More Money' that's my word, Bishop, Big Mo' and IceBerg
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[Chorus: Black Silver]
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[Verse 2: Ice-T]
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I got a Street Sweeper, 12-Guage barrel clip
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Wanna see the streets clean, nigga get set-trip
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Butterflying in front of gun, twist it up to swing loaded
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Fill my shelves with nickles and dimes, watch your chest get exploded
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I can't pack it, it's real big to hide
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I bring it out when we're ready to ride
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We keep shooting no pump, just Click Clack!
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You gotta hold it steady, it really get back
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It's very ugly, no chrome kinda burn brown
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It don't matter, you won't see it when you lay down
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No way to silence it [Gun Shot] it's where the violence is
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Iceberg nigga, I think your wife is scared
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[Chorus: Black Silver]
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[Verse 3: RBX]
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Surprise! Street Sweeper
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The missile, the heat seeker
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Dust the block off like Return of the Grim Reaper
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It could be the brash, watch the tongue cold latched
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Dabble broke out, you got your back patched
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One time trigger happy, still no love
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Niggaz get thirsty, so we push and shove
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Wait! hold on that, you wanna be famous
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Baww! Hole over the front page News
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[Chorus: Black Silver]
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Street Sweeper
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Ice-T |