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Intro/Chorus:
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Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!)
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Sweatin bullets, wet a whole click full of suckers (Wet em up!)
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Sweatin bullets, watch me pull it on a motherfucker (Wet em up!)
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Sweatin bullets, if I flip then I'm gonna fuck it (Wet em up!)
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*repeat*
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Verse One: Sadat X
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For the next couple of seconds or however long it takes
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I'ma hit y'all with somethin far below Christ or nothin
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Couldn't get a better deal if this was Vegas
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Ain't no cards on the table, just a bottle of Black Label
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and a picture of your girl who I said was sweatin bullets
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Reach for it, pull it, or we'll always have beef
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You'll be scared to walk the streets, sweatin up your sheets
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You bought a ticket to Jamaica, I caught you at the airport
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Blood spilled on your dome, which funeral dome is da
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one preferred, all expenses occurred
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to the one who sweats the bullet, slugs, thugs and drugs
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Or whoever bring it better be able to sing it
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Cos the song of a dead man's a sad one
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And a family without a son is a mad one
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Sweatin bullets and I know you love your family
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but Money you can't scare me or when I'm feelin *?melly?*
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You could get over but I'ma bring ya back down
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Play ya like a clown, from the brother's ringling
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Your spine is tinglin, you can't feel your legs
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"Will I ever walk to the doctor?" you begs
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The hot one shattered your spinal vertebrae
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Remember that shit that you said the other day
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They gotcha style with the dead arm
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Take the dead aim and flash your name
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Lord Jamar
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I'm sweatin motherfuckers like Jack LeLaine, I packs the pain
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I'll rack your brain, leave you in a sack wit your name
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hangin from your toe as I'm bangin your hoe
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She'll be slangin pussy down in Magic City, bringin me doe
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If you don't know it's Lord Jamar from the Nubian set
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No matter who the fuck you are we're puttin down the sweat
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Servin heat on a motherfucker's street
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Bullets be dripped whiles a motherfucker trippin
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You'll never catch me slippin cos I got my rubber soles
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The devils make me sick, I'd love to fill em full of holes
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Kill em all in the daytime, broad motherfuckin daylight
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12 o'clock, grab the Glock while waitin for the night
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We sweatin motherfuckin bullets, and if we break a sweat
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that means we'll make ya wet
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I'll take your life and jet back to some place cooler
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Now Ruler is where my burner gets the fueler
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If niggas wanna do I got the hollow point teflon
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The kind niggas will vest then get laid to rest on
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So niggas bring your best on but I suggest you invest on
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a burial plot cos shit is gettin hot, we're sweatin bullets
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Chorus
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Sweatin Bullets
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Brand Nubian |