sweat in bullets
Brand Nubian
sweat in bullets 歌詞
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
Im gonna fuck it (Wet em up!) *repeat*
Verse One:
Sadat X For the next couple of seconds or however long it takes
Ima hit yall with somethin far below
Christ or nothin
Couldnt get a better deal if this was
Vegas Aint 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 well always have beef
Youll 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 mans 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 cant scare me or when
Im feelin *?melly?*
You could get over but
Ima bring ya back down
Play ya like a clown, from the brothers ringling
Your spine is tinglin, you cant 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
Theygotcha style with the dead arm
Take the dead aim and flash your name
Chorus Verse
Two: Lord
Jamar Im sweatin motherfuckers like
Jack LeLaine,
I packs the pain
Ill rack your brain, leave you in a sack wit your name hangin from your toe as
Im bangin your hoe
Shell be slangin pussy down in
Magic City, bringin me doe
If you dont know its
Lord Jamar from the
Nubian set
No matter who the fuck you are were puttin down the sweat
Servin heat on a motherfuckers street
Bullets be dripped whiles a motherfucker trippin
Youll never catch me slippin cos
I got my rubber soles
The devils make me sick,
Id love to fill em full of holes
Kill em all in the daytime, broad motherfuckin daylight 12 oclock, grab the
Glock while waitin for the night
We sweatin motherfuckin bullets, and if we break a sweat that means well make ya wet
Ill 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, were sweatin bullets
Chorus