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Intro/Chorus:



Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!)

Sweatin bullets, wet a whole click full of suckers (Wet em up!)

Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!)

Sweatin bullets, if I flip then I`m gonna fuck it (Wet em up!)

*repeat*



Verse One: Sadat X



For the next couple of seconds or however long it takes

I`ma hit y`all with somethin far below Christ or nothin

Couldn`t get a better deal if this was Vegas

Ain`t no cards on the table, just a bottle of Black Label

and a picture of your girl who I said was sweatin bullets

Reach for it, pull it, or we`ll always have beef

You`ll be scared to walk the streets, sweatin up your sheets

You bought a ticket to Jamaica, I caught you at the airport

Blood spilled on your dome, which funeral dome is da

one preferred, all expenses occurred

to the one who sweats the bullet, slugs, thugs and drugs

Or whoever bring it better be able to sing it

Cos the song of a dead man`s a sad one

And a family without a son is a mad one

Sweatin bullets and I know you love your family

but Money you can`t scare me or when I`m feelin *?melly?*

You could get over but I`ma bring ya back down

Play ya like a clown, from the brother`s ringling

Your spine is tinglin, you can`t feel your legs

"Will I ever walk to the doctor?" you begs

The hot one shattered your spinal vertebrae

Remember that shit that you said the other day

They gotcha style with the dead arm

Take the dead aim and flash your name



Chorus



Verse Two: Lord Jamar



I`m sweatin motherfuckers like Jack LeLaine, I packs the pain

I`ll rack your brain, leave you in a sack wit your name

hangin from your toe as I`m bangin your hoe

She`ll be slangin pussy down in Magic City, bringin me doe

If you don`t know it`s Lord Jamar from the Nubian set

No matter who the fuck you are we`re puttin down the sweat

Servin heat on a motherfucker`s street

Bullets be dripped whiles a motherfucker trippin

You`ll never catch me slippin cos I got my rubber soles

The devils make me sick, I`d love to fill em full of holes

Kill em all in the daytime, broad motherfuckin daylight

12 o`clock, grab the Glock while waitin for the night

We sweatin motherfuckin bullets, and if we break a sweat

that means we`ll make ya wet

I`ll take your life and jet back to some place cooler

Now Ruler is where my burner gets the fueler

If niggas wanna do I got the hollow point teflon

The kind niggas will vest then get laid to rest on

So niggas bring your best on but I suggest you invest on

a burial plot cos shit is gettin hot, we`re sweatin bullets



Chorus

Intro/Chorus:



Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!)

Sweatin bullets, wet a whole click full of suckers (Wet em up!)

Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!)

Sweatin bullets, if I flip then I`m gonna fuck it (Wet em up!)

*repeat*



Verse One: Sadat X



For the next couple of seconds or however long it takes

I`ma hit y`all with somethin far below Christ or nothin

Couldn`t get a better deal if this was Vegas

Ain`t no cards on the table, just a bottle of Black Label

and a picture of your girl who I said was sweatin bullets

Reach for it, pull it, or we`ll always have beef

You`ll be scared to walk the streets, sweatin up your sheets

You bought a ticket to Jamaica, I caught you at the airport

Blood spilled on your dome, which funeral dome is da

one preferred, all expenses occurred

to the one who sweats the bullet, slugs, thugs and drugs

Or whoever bring it better be able to sing it

Cos the song of a dead man`s a sad one

And a family without a son is a mad one

Sweatin bullets and I know you love your family

but Money you can`t scare me or when I`m feelin *?melly?*

You could get over but I`ma bring ya back down

Play ya like a clown, from the brother`s ringling

Your spine is tinglin, you can`t feel your legs

"Will I ever walk to the doctor?" you begs

The hot one shattered your spinal vertebrae

Remember that shit that you said the other day

They gotcha style with the dead arm

Take the dead aim and flash your name



Chorus



Verse Two: Lord Jamar



I`m sweatin motherfuckers like Jack LeLaine, I packs the pain

I`ll rack your brain, leave you in a sack wit your name

hangin from your toe as I`m bangin your hoe

She`ll be slangin pussy down in Magic City, bringin me doe

If you don`t know it`s Lord Jamar from the Nubian set

No matter who the fuck you are we`re puttin down the sweat

Servin heat on a motherfucker`s street

Bullets be dripped whiles a motherfucker trippin

You`ll never catch me slippin cos I got my rubber soles

The devils make me sick, I`d love to fill em full of holes

Kill em all in the daytime, broad motherfuckin daylight

12 o`clock, grab the Glock while waitin for the night

We sweatin motherfuckin bullets, and if we break a sweat

that means we`ll make ya wet

I`ll take your life and jet back to some place cooler

Now Ruler is where my burner gets the fueler

If niggas wanna do I got the hollow point teflon

The kind niggas will vest then get laid to rest on

So niggas bring your best on but I suggest you invest on

a burial plot cos shit is gettin hot, we`re sweatin bullets



Chorus

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