Sheek Louch, Method Man, Redman - 2 Tears in a Bucket lyrics

Uhh, hahah, Ruff Ryders niggas
(all my niggas)
(All aboard) Blood in blood out
Funk Doc, Sheek Luc', Meth Tical
(whattup niggas?) yo, yo, aiyyo yo

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 it's 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 it's not double R
I'mma spell my name out on
The side of your car

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

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 lightning when you
Fly the right kite
Me and Meth be Hennessy, 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
I avalanche your camp with, ten feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half-eskimo
My flows move like indo
Turn ten nickels to ten loads
Outta ten sto's
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 want it
And the helicopter warmin before mornin
Def Jam nigga, Redman nigga
Got - "fuck ya momma" on my sweat band nigga
You tough guys'll get smacked in the club
COme with the gun I bought
From Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook nam (C'mon)
(C'mon) Bring me some more ass to whoop on

Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the
Cellar bring terror
Scoop a high yellow 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 y'all fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya lime
It's a crime when I drop bomb lines designed
To 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 here gettin ones
Swizz Beat 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
Yellin Wu tang, Wu tang