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2 Tears In A Bucket Lyrics - Singles - Ruff Ryders

Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out 

Sheek, Methical 

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, you hit the rewind button 

So I charge out more, want it 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, Funk Doc, Meth on top 

 

Porsche, 300 horse fly by 

Back open, pumpin' How High 

Yeah, can y'all see that, bitch 

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 condo's paid and the truck I choose 

I'm telling y'all niggaz, if it's not double R 

You can spell my name out on the side of the car 

 

Come and Ruff Ryde with us 

If you wanna get high with us 

If you wanna get down with us 

Come on now, yeah, come on 

 

Come and Ruff Ryde with us 

If you wanna get high with us 

If you wanna get down with us 

Come on now 

 

Yo, yo, I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw 

A five speed clutch on my paw when I write 

I glow like the pegs in Lite-Brite 

3000 volts of lightnin' when ya fly the right kite 

 

Me and Meth be Hennesey, two ice cubes 

We can draw or do I choose? 

When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip 

I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick 

 

My avalanche, it came with 10 feet of snow 

I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo 

My flows move like endo 

Turn ten nickels to ten loads out of ten 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 

Ya peeps is at the Grammy Awards cornin' 

 

The ice, the fat wallet son, I won it 

In the helicopter warnin' before mornin' 

Def Jam nigga, Redman nigga, Doc 

Fuck ya momma on my sweat band, 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 P from Bricks to Brook-nam 

Bring me some more ass to whoop on 

 

Come and Ruff Ryde with us 

If you wanna get high with us 

If you wanna get down with us 

Come on now, yeah, come on 

 

Come and Ruff Ryde with us 

If you wanna get high with us 

If you wanna get down with us 

Come on now, yeah, come on 

 

Look what the cat dragged in 

Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror 

Scooper high yellow Cinderella, Meth forever 

Never rush a rhyme, hook could 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 ya lime 

It's a crime when I drop online's design 

That tick, tick boom, blow your mind 

 

Yeah me, M E T H the O the D 

Can't be done like tryin' to find a penny in the sea 

Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns 

Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin' ones 

 

Swizz Beatz, the track in the head, but I instead 

Pull my dart 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 

 

Come and Ruff Ryde with us 

If you wanna get high with us 

If you wanna get down with us 

Come on now, yeah, yeah, come on 

 

Come and Ruff Ryde with us 

If you wanna get high with us 

If you wanna get down with us 

Come on now, yeah, come on 

 

Come and Ruff Ryde with us 

If you wanna get high with us 

If you wanna get down with us 

Come on now, yeah, yeah, come on 

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