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

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)