Lirik Lagu Sweatin Bullets - Brand Nubian
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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 takesI'ma hit y'all with somethin far below Christ or nothinCouldn't get a better deal if this was VegasAin't no cards on the table, just a bottle of Black Labeland a picture of your girl who I said was sweatin bulletsReach for it, pull it, or we'll always have beefYou'll be scared to walk the streets, sweatin up your sheetsYou bought a ticket to Jamaica, I caught you at the airportBlood spilled on your dome, which funeral dome is daone preferred, all expenses occurredto the one who sweats the bullet, slugs, thugs and drugsOr whoever bring it better be able to sing itCos the song of a dead man's a sad oneAnd a family without a son is a mad oneSweatin bullets and I know you love your familybut Money you can't scare me or when I'm feelin *?melly?*You could get over but I'ma bring ya back downPlay ya like a clown, from the brother's ringlingYour spine is tinglin, you can't feel your legs"Will I ever walk to the doctor?" you begsThe hot one shattered your spinal vertebraeRemember that shit that you said the other dayThey gotcha style with the dead armTake the dead aim and flash your name
Chorus
Verse Two: Lord Jamar
I'm sweatin motherfuckers like Jack LeLaine, I packs the painI'll rack your brain, leave you
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 takesI'ma hit y'all with somethin far below Christ or nothinCouldn't get a better deal if this was VegasAin't no cards on the table, just a bottle of Black Labeland a picture of your girl who I said was sweatin bulletsReach for it, pull it, or we'll always have beefYou'll be scared to walk the streets, sweatin up your sheetsYou bought a ticket to Jamaica, I caught you at the airportBlood spilled on your dome, which funeral dome is daone preferred, all expenses occurredto the one who sweats the bullet, slugs, thugs and drugsOr whoever bring it better be able to sing itCos the song of a dead man's a sad oneAnd a family without a son is a mad oneSweatin bullets and I know you love your familybut Money you can't scare me or when I'm feelin *?melly?*You could get over but I'ma bring ya back downPlay ya like a clown, from the brother's ringlingYour spine is tinglin, you can't feel your legs"Will I ever walk to the doctor?" you begsThe hot one shattered your spinal vertebraeRemember that shit that you said the other dayThey gotcha style with the dead armTake the dead aim and flash your name
Chorus
Verse Two: Lord Jamar
I'm sweatin motherfuckers like Jack LeLaine, I packs the painI'll rack your brain, leave you
