Intro/chorus:
Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherf**er (wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, wet a whole click full of s**ers (wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherf**er (wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, if i flip then i'm gonna f** 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 d**
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 sh** 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 motherf**ers 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 p**y down in magic city, bringin me doe
If you don't know it's lord jamar from the nubian set
No matter who the f** you are we're puttin down the sweat
Servin heat on a motherf**er's street
Bullets be dripped whiles a motherf**er 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
k** em all in the daytime, broad motherf**in daylight
12 o'clock, grab the glock while waitin for the night
We sweatin motherf**in 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 n***as wanna do i got the hollow point teflon
The kind n***as will vest then get laid to rest on
So n***as bring your best on but i suggest you invest on
A burial plot cos sh** is gettin hot, we're sweatin bullets
Chorus