Текст (слова) песни: Redman, Method Man, and Sheek - 2 Tears in a Bucket

 
Uhh, hahah, Ruff Ryders niggaz (all my niggaz) 
(All aboard!) Blood in blood out 
Funk Doc, Sheek Luc`, Meth-Tical (whattup niggaz?) 
Yo, yo, aiyyo yo 
 
[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 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 
 
[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, 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 
 
[Chorus]
 

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