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