Sweatin Bullets
作词 : Dechalus, Lawrence, Murphy
Intro/Chorus:
Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a ************ (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, wet a whole click full of suckers (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a ************ (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, if
I flip then
I'm gonna **** 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 **** 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 ************s 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 ***** down in
Magic City, bringin me doe
If you don't know it's
Lord Jamar from the
Nubian set
No matter who the **** you are we're puttin down the sweat
Servin heat on a ************'s street
Bullets be dripped whiles a ************ 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 **********in daylight 12 o'clock, grab the
Glock while waitin for the night
We sweatin **********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 ****** wanna do
I got the hollow point teflon
The kind ****** will vest then get laid to rest on
So ****** bring your best on but
I suggest you invest on a burial plot cos **** is gettin hot, we're sweatin bullets
Chorus
Sweatin BulletsLRC歌词
作词 : Dechalus, Lawrence, Murphy
Intro/Chorus:
Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a ************ (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, wet a whole click full of suckers (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a ************ (Wet em up!)
Sweatin bullets, if
I flip then
I'm gonna **** 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 **** 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 ************s 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 ***** down in
Magic City, bringin me doe
If you don't know it's
Lord Jamar from the
Nubian set
No matter who the **** you are we're puttin down the sweat
Servin heat on a ************'s street
Bullets be dripped whiles a ************ 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 **********in daylight 12 o'clock, grab the
Glock while waitin for the night
We sweatin **********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 ****** wanna do
I got the hollow point teflon
The kind ****** will vest then get laid to rest on
So ****** bring your best on but
I suggest you invest on a burial plot cos **** is gettin hot, we're sweatin bullets
Chorus
