The StreetSweeper Vol. 1

[Intro: Scarface]<br>Don`t see Kay in these muthafuckin` streets dog<br>Nigga walkin` around in this muthafucka lookin` shocked and stupid, baby<br>We runnin` these muthafuckin` streets for real<br>Kay Slay, holla at God damn baby<br>Kay Slay, they don`t want me out here<br>They don`t want you out here, dog<br>This is muthafuckin` Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City<br>Holla at ya God damn baby, we don`t rock no muthafuckin` ice, baby<br>We rock this real shit, dog<br>And if you think a nigga bullshittin`, come fuck wit it<br>It`s goin` down...<br><br>[Scarface]<br>Let`s put an ending to chatter, nigga, see me in globes<br>I`m the poof in the booth, bitch, read it in blood<br>It`s Face at you, freezin` muthafuckas like a statue<br>I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you<br>The end of your beginning, before you even get it started<br>You fucked up, now you in the presence of a heartless<br>Nigga, from out the gutter, spit it and don`t stutter<br>I`m a gangsta, raise your round and dope beans and hustlers<br>But silence is golden, and the streets don`t talk<br>Don`t let sheets slide, cuz beef don`t walk<br>We attack hoes, fuck a nigga with wack flows<br>I`m the last of a dying, bitch, act like you don`t know<br>I`m the reason you niggas walk around thug<br>Just remember I`m the one made, you can get touched<br>So what you gonna put a record out, you a muthafuckin` sellout<br>Slay told me to knock your ass out<br><br>[Chorus 2X: Scarface]<br>And you was right, I never liked ya muthafuckin` ass<br>To start with, you know it`s better get your self regardless<br>And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with<br>Now you got a leakin` T-shirt from the chay spit<br><br>[Raekwon]<br>Snow white five glendin`, the elevator with the crib<br>Blend with it kid, I feel one of them Bill Clinton`s<br>Mills is spent, still don, still rentin`<br>Still yacht flyin`, still killin` fish, still killin` clicks<br>The fifth out, don`t even breathe out<br>And ganna with the ill thieves, slick hammers, we all fam<br>What, pull out the four, pop the truck, see the luxury morgue<br>The casket leather, the python seeks your dog<br>Flashback, he and them Benz`s lenses<br>Actin` like he did ten sentences, son ain`t real<br>He got excited, parked the truck, just leaned the lighter<br>Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin`, we drove off<br>It`s money on it, until them young niggas don on it<br>Devour the snitches, you get on, you born with it<br>Make a toast for hours, for all the money and power<br>The right division, don`t never let corns get it, drama<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Fat Joe]<br>Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot<br>I never liked ya ass, but then again, you can`t be shocked<br>Most feared in this rap game, and ain`t for frontin`<br>Best believe when shit pop off, I`m blazin` somethin`<br>It`s the J to the Izzo, you know the rest<br>Nigga can`t get a Twiz-o, but flow the best<br>I`ve been doin` this for years, ruinin` careers<br>Niggas never wanna listen til the toolies in the air<br>It`s the kid that don`t be givin` a fuck, I hold a shit outta grudge<br>The type of nigga that`ll spit at the judge<br>Niggas gettin` gelled, they say I`m livin` it up<br>Cuz I`m at Hollywood with Denzel, flickin` it up<br>I play the corner when the shit is hot, summer time in the X<br>Kay Slay got the shit on lock<br>That`s where you go to find the God body<br>Second to none, unless you compare him to John Gotti, God...<br><br>[Chorus 2X]