Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sweatin Bullets , by - Brand Nubian. Release date: 10.10.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sweatin Bullets |
| For the next couple of seconds or however long it takes |
| I’mma 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’mma 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 |
| Verse Two: Lord Jamar |
| 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 ho |
| 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 |