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The Streetsweeper Vol. 2: The Pain From The Game
01. King of the Streets
02. Face Off
03. Angels Around Me
04. Hands on the Pump
05. I'm Gone
06. Harlem
07. Not Your Average Joe
08. Don't Stop the Music
09. The Truth
10. No Problems
11. Alphabetical Slaughter
12. Drama
13. Who Gives A Fuck Where You From
14. Get Retarded
15. Census Bureau
16. Through Your Head
17. Untouchables
18. The Kennedies
19. Celebrity Love
Believe me when I tell ya
You don't want the drama

Nigga, for years I been buyin' my crack from the same cat
Jheri Curl nigga, Dominican nigga who look black
Last time I heard that, seen me always swerve where the bird at

Apocalyptic I pop biscuits, my bitch is topless
Too excited, I skeet-skeet my own boxers
Drama king got the drama good
Same place as Saddam and Osama hood
Fucked the club and still pulled a dame on it
The pimps had to give me a cup with my name on it
I was gordito, I'm still gordo, poquito
Still know how to get the raw dough for cheapo
I'm Latin so I'm born with the connects to the perico

N.O.R.E. got no manners
I take a picture of your culo with the phone cameras
Go and show your own bamas
They say my pala so hot like tone cameras
In Puerto Plata, Santiago with my own hammers

Believe me when I say, uh
You don't want no drama (Let's go)
It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what
You don't want no problems
It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay
Believe me when I tell ya
We drama kings, nigga, we don't play
You don't want the drama

Nature, alright
The year 2004, the war of war

Niggas make it out the hood, there's a small reward
We all fucked up and mall niggas is all we saw
Tryna rob from the rich and let the poor be poor
Or rob the poor 'cause niggas be the hungriest
I'm on the internet, catch me on your buddy list
Catch me where the money is, millions of millions
And the barrel got the kick of eleven gorillas
Seen niggas get hit and lose a whole lot of blood
When a nigga legit, a nigga knowin' how to stunt
Uptown, downtown, dog, wherever he at

Fuck makin' implications, shit better be fat
If it's small talk, it's all talk, let it be that
I get pussy from my friends, my enemies clap
You don't want me on your block, nigga, better be strapped
So relax

Believe me when I say, uh
You don't want no drama (Let's go)
It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what
You don't want no problems
It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay
Believe me when I tell ya
We drama kings, nigga, we don't play
You don't want the drama

My name rang from the Clippers to the Nets
You can look and see I'm Dirty Jerz down to the zippers on my sweats
Far from the type of cat to pay a bitch's rent
I got a fox like Vivica and never gave her fifty cent

And I bet you ain't ready for war yet
My niggas got stripes, we walk around like a barbershop quartet
It's no way to harm this nigga
I don't need no bench to pump iron 'til my arms get bigger
Still a problem in the rap game, problem in the streets
Yo Slay, they havin' problems, we can solve 'em with the heat

I'll show 'em what the drama is

That's when your whole shit splattered all
Across the front porch of your mama crib
And when a couple hot slugs get behind your ribs
You really mean it when you're screamin' "I'm just tryna live"
The game's over now, y'all niggas slept long enough
Time to come up out that coma now, uh

Believe me when I say, uh
You don't want no drama (Let's go)
It's ghetto die hood, thugged out all day, what
You don't want no problems
It's real killer, you can ask Kay Slay
Believe me when I tell ya
We drama kings, nigga, we don't play
You don't want the drama

Yo, straight off the bat, you don't want the drama
Blood guns gon' clap when I'm comin'
Try to run and catch one in your back, ooh
You don't really want no problems
Got a whole lot of family out in Spanish Harlem
Pop goes the weasel, out comes the MAC
Ain't nothin' to gain but pimpin' the game