Lord Jamar - Sweatin Bullets lyrics

Intro/Chorus: Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherf**er (Wet em up!) Sweatin bullets, wet a whole clip for the 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'mma 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'mma 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 ho 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