2 Tears In A Bucket(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Redman,Method Man,Sheek

歌詞

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 F**k 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 'cause "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 f**k 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)