2 Tears In A Bucket - Featuring Redman Method Man And Sheek Lyrics by Ruff Ryders

2 Tears In A Bucket - Featuring Redman Method Man And Sheek Lyrics

    Ruff ryders niggas, blood in blood out (all aboard)
    Sheek, methical, waddup niggas
    Yo yo, hey yo
    Soon as i cop the nine i pop the nine
    But when i take it out the box i represent lox
    Now when i flow hit the rewind button
    So i charge em all when ya all at the door
    Fuck heat, sheek walk around with an oven
    Who you gonna kill with that little foreman grill
    How's it gonna look when i come through your block
    Sheek, doc, meth on top
    Force, 300 horse fly by, back open, pumpin how high (how high)
    Can ya see that, you can call me whatcha want cuz "i'll be dat"
    Get off my dick, i don't care about no jewels
    As long as the condos paid and the truck i choose
    I'm telling y'all niggas, if it's not double r
    You can spell my name out on the side of the car

    Chorus:
    Come and ruff ryde with us
    If you wanna get high with us
    If you wanna get down with us
    Come on now (x2)

    I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
    A five speed clutch on my paw when i write
    I glow like the heads of light brite
    3000 volts of lightning when ya fly the right kite
    Me and meth be henessee, two ice cubes
    We can draw (choose your weapon) or do i choose
    When i choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
    I hope your shoes fit for this movin pick
    I avalanche the camp with 10 feet of snow
    I'm cold blooded, my fam half eskimo
    My flows move like indo, turn 10 nickels to 10 lows out of 10 stones
    Ride the crash course, do the math on it
    Swizz beatz you can ride amtrak on it
    But i'm on it, grillin with george foreman
    Your peeps is at the grammy awards corning
    The eyes to fat wallet son i want it
    And the helicopter warning before morning
    Def jam nigga, redman nigga
    Got fuck your momma on my sweatband nigga
    You tough guys will get smacked in the club
    With the gun that i bought from mack in the club
    It's p-p-v from brick to brooklyn
    Come on, bring me some more ass to whoop on

    Chorus: x2

    Look what the cat dragged in
    Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
    Scooper high yeller, cinderella meth forever
    Never rush a rhyme, hope to never bust my nine
    But if i have to i have to
    It's all in the mind, i stay ahead of time
    While you're falling behind, trying to relight your line
    It's a crime when i drop bomb lines design..
    To tick tick boom, blow your mind
    Yeah me, m-e-t h-the o-d done
    Trying to find a penny in the seat
    Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns
    Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and get into one
    Swizz beatz, the doc in the head, but i instead
    Pull my dark gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
    I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
    Yelling wu-tang, wu-tang

    Chorus: x5
    (fade to end)


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