2 Tears In A Bucket - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | 2 Tears In A Bucket - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ruff Ryders |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Artist | Redman |
| Artist | Sheek |
| Album | Ryde Or Die Vol. II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dean, Jackson, Jacobs, Nobles ... | |
| Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in blood out (all aboard) | |
| Sheek, Methical, waddup niggas [Sheek Louch] | |
| 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- Styles P & Redman]x2 | |
| Come and Ruff | |
| Ryde with us | |
| If you wanna get high with us | |
| If you wanna get down with us | |
| Come on now [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 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 my sweatband nigga | |
| You tough guys will get smacked in the club | |
| With the gun that | |
| I bought from | |
| Mack in the club | |
| It's P-P-V from brick to | |
| Brooklyn Come on, bring me some more ass to whoop on [Chorus]x2 [Method Man] | |
| Look what the cat dragged in | |
| Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror | |
| Scooper high yeller, | |
| 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 you're falling behind, trying to relight your line | |
| It's a crime when | |
| I drop bomb lines design.. | |
| To tick tick boom, blow your mind | |
| Yeah me, m-e-t h-the o-d done | |
| Trying to find a penny in the seat | |
| Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns | |
| Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and get into one | |
| Swizz Beatz, the | |
| Doc in the head, but | |
| I instead | |
| Pull my dark gun and bust sixteen until it's dead | |
| I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain | |
| Yelling Wu- | |
| TANG, Wu-T | |
| ANG [Chorus]x5 (fade to end) |
| zuo qu : Dean, Jackson, Jacobs, Nobles ... | |
| Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in blood out all aboard | |
| Sheek, Methical, waddup niggas Sheek Louch | |
| 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 Styles P Redman x2 | |
| Come and Ruff | |
| Ryde with us | |
| If you wanna get high with us | |
| If you wanna get down with us | |
| Come on now 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 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 my sweatband nigga | |
| You tough guys will get smacked in the club | |
| With the gun that | |
| I bought from | |
| Mack in the club | |
| It' s PPV from brick to | |
| Brooklyn Come on, bring me some more ass to whoop on Chorus x2 Method Man | |
| Look what the cat dragged in | |
| Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror | |
| Scooper high yeller, | |
| 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 you' re falling behind, trying to relight your line | |
| It' s a crime when | |
| I drop bomb lines design.. | |
| To tick tick boom, blow your mind | |
| Yeah me, met hthe od done | |
| Trying to find a penny in the seat | |
| Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns | |
| Y' all ain' t from here, don' t try to come around and get into one | |
| Swizz Beatz, the | |
| Doc in the head, but | |
| I instead | |
| Pull my dark gun and bust sixteen until it' s dead | |
| I' m the game, all of my dogs be off the chain | |
| Yelling Wu | |
| TANG, WuT | |
| ANG Chorus x5 fade to end |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Jackson, Jacobs, Nobles ... | |
| Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in blood out all aboard | |
| Sheek, Methical, waddup niggas Sheek Louch | |
| 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 Styles P Redman x2 | |
| Come and Ruff | |
| Ryde with us | |
| If you wanna get high with us | |
| If you wanna get down with us | |
| Come on now 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 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 my sweatband nigga | |
| You tough guys will get smacked in the club | |
| With the gun that | |
| I bought from | |
| Mack in the club | |
| It' s PPV from brick to | |
| Brooklyn Come on, bring me some more ass to whoop on Chorus x2 Method Man | |
| Look what the cat dragged in | |
| Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror | |
| Scooper high yeller, | |
| 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 you' re falling behind, trying to relight your line | |
| It' s a crime when | |
| I drop bomb lines design.. | |
| To tick tick boom, blow your mind | |
| Yeah me, met hthe od done | |
| Trying to find a penny in the seat | |
| Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns | |
| Y' all ain' t from here, don' t try to come around and get into one | |
| Swizz Beatz, the | |
| Doc in the head, but | |
| I instead | |
| Pull my dark gun and bust sixteen until it' s dead | |
| I' m the game, all of my dogs be off the chain | |
| Yelling Wu | |
| TANG, WuT | |
| ANG Chorus x5 fade to end |
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