Redman - 2 Tears In A Bucket - Sözleri

[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, ''cause 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 



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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 



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[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 



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