| For the next couple of seconds or however long it takes
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| I’mma 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’mma 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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| 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 ho
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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 |