sweep that shit right off the streetnuntil it's got nowhere left to benyeah, we all know who calls that shots around herengelled up hair and fancy suitsnthe kind that doesn't like to losenexcuse me sir, we've been wondering...nnwhere are we supposed to go?nnsweep that shit right off the streetnkeep in line with the city beatnyeah, we all know who does all the shooting around herenmustache, badge and a swollen headnthe kind that like to see you deadni'm not going to turn it down so come and fucking get mennwhere are we supposed to go?