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Viewing Lyrics for 2 Tears In A Bucket:
| | | Artist: | DMX |
| | Album: | Ryde Or Die Vol.2 | | Track: | 2 Tears In A Bucket | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 4 | | | | Lyrics: | feat. Redman/Method Man/Sheek)
[Sheek]
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
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 its gon' look when I come through
your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How
High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
Bitch you can call me what you want,
'cuz I'll Be Dat (Be Dat)
Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
Long as the
condo's paid and the truck I choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not double R
I'ma
spell my name out on the side of your car
[Chorus:]
Come and Ruff Ryde
with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on
nooooowwwww
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna
get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww
[Redman]
I got a twin cam exhaust
connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I ride
I glow like the pegs in
Lite-Brite
3000 bolts of lightening when fly the right kite
Me and Meth be hennesey, two
ice cubes
We can draw (Choose your weapons) 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, ten feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half eskimo
My flows move like endo
Turn ten nickels into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the crash course, do the math on
it
Swizz Beats 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, warmin before morning
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 I bought
from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me some more
ass to whoop on
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, Meth
forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if I have to, I have to,
its all in the mind
I stay ahead of time while y'all fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya
lime, its a crime when I drop ??? design
That tick it, 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 Beat the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen
until its dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yellin Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
[Chorus | | | |
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