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) 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) 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 shit that you said the other day They gotcha style with the dead arm Take the dead aim and flash your name 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) I'm sweatin' motherfuckers 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' pussy down in Magic City, bringin' me doe If you don't know it's Lord Jamar from the Nubian set No matter who the fuck you are we're puttin' down the sweat Servin' heat on a motherfucker's street Bullets be dripped whiles a motherfucker 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 motherfuckin' daylight 12 o'clock, grab the Glock while waitin' for the night We sweatin' motherfuckin' 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 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, we're sweatin' bullets 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) © RUSHTOWN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com