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