Sweatin Bullets

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