2 Tears In A Bucket - Ruff Ryders



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 m



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