Ruff Ryders - 2 Tears In A Bucket - Featuring Redman, Method Man & Sheek Lyrics
Ruff ryders niggas, blood in blood out (all aboard)Sheek, methical, waddup niggasYo yo, hey yoSoon as I cop the nine I pop the nineBut when I take it out the box I represent loxNow when I flow hit the rewind buttonSo I charge em all when ya all at the door***** heat, sheek walk around with an ovenWho you gonna kill with that little foreman grillHows it gonna look when I come through your blockSheek, doc, meth on topForce, 300 horse fly by, back open, pumpin how high (how high)Can ya see that, you can call me whatcha want cuz Ill be datGet off my dick, I dont care about no jewelsAs long as the condos paid and the truck I chooseIm telling yall niggas, if its not double rYou can spell my name out on the side of the carChorus:Come and ruff ryde with usIf you wanna get high with usIf you wanna get down with usCome on now (x2)I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jawA five speed clutch on my paw when I writeI glow like the heads of light brite3000 volts of lightning when ya fly the right kiteMe and meth be henessee, two ice cubesWe can draw (choose your weapon) or do I chooseWhen I choose the grip, one shot lose your hipI hope your shoes fit for this movin pickI avalanche the camp with 10 feet of snowIm cold blooded, my fam half eskimoMy flows move like indo, turn 10 nickels to 10 lows out of 10 stonesRide the crash course, do the math on itSwizz beatz you can ride amtrak on itBut Im on it, grillin with george foremanYour peeps is at the grammy awards corningThe eyes to fat wallet son I want itAnd the helicopter warning before morningDef jam nigga, redman niggaGot ***** your momma on my sweatband niggaYou tough guys will get smacked in the clubWith the gun that I bought from mack in the clubIts p-p-v from brick to brooklynCome on, bring me some more ass to whoop onChorus: x2Look what the cat dragged inUnderground dweller from the cellar bring terrorScooper high yeller, cinderella meth foreverNever rush a rhyme, hope to never bust my nineBut if I have to I have toIts all in the mind, I stay ahead of timeWhile youre falling behind, trying to relight your lineIts a crime when I drop bomb lines design..To tick tick boom, blow your mindYeah me, m-e-t h-the o-d doneTrying to find a penny in the seatNigga, run for cover son, go and get them gunsYall aint from here, dont try to come around and get into oneSwizz beatz, the doc in the head, but I insteadPull my dark gun and bust sixteen until its deadIm the game, all of my dogs be off the chainYelling wu-tang, wu-tangChorus: x5(fade to end)
