2 Tears in a Bucket - featuring Redman, Method Man and Sheek lyrics

Artist  : Ruff Ryders 
Song : 2 Tears in a Bucket - featuring Redman, Method Man and Sheek
 


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)