Sweatin Bullets 歌词
| 歌曲 | Sweatin Bullets |
| 歌手 | Brand Nubian |
| 专辑 | Everything Is Everything |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dechalus, Lawrence, Murphy | |
| 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 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 | |
| Chorus 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 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Dechalus, Lawrence, Murphy | |
| 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 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 | |
| Chorus 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 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 | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Dechalus, Lawrence, Murphy | |
| 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 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 | |
| Chorus 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 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 | |
| Chorus |
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