Brand Nubian - Sweatin Bullets lyrics

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