DMX - 2 Tears In A Bucket lyrics
rate me[sheek]<br>Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine<br>When I take it out the box, I represent lox<br>Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button<br>So I charge out more, want it all at the door<br>Fuck heat, sheek walk around with an oven<br>Who you gonna kill with that little foreman grill? <br>How it's gon' look when I come through your block? <br>Sheek, funk doc, meth on top<br>Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin how high (how high)<br>Yeah, can y'all see that (see that)<br>Bitch you can call me what you want, 'cuz I'll be dat (be dat)<br>Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels<br>Long as the condo's paid and the truck I choose<br>I'm tellin y'all niggas, if it's not double r<br>I'ma spell my name out on the side of your car<br><br>[chorus:]<br><br>Come and ruff ryde with us<br>If you wanna get high with us<br>If you wanna get down with us<br>Come on nooooowwwww<br>Come and ruff ryde with us<br>If you wanna get high with us<br>If you wanna get down with us<br>Come on nooooowwwww<br><br>[redman]<br>I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw<br>A five speed clutch on my paw when I ride<br>I glow like the pegs in lite-brite<br>3000 bolts of lightening when fly the right kite<br>Me and meth be hennesey, two ice cubes<br>We can draw (choose your weapons) or do I choose? <br>When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip<br>I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick<br>My avalanche it came with, ten feet of snow<br>I'm cold blooded, my fam half eskimo<br>My flows move like endo<br>Turn ten nickels into ten loads, outta ten stoves<br>Ride the crash course, do the math on it<br>Swizz beats you can ride amtrak on it<br>But I'm on it, grillin with george foreman<br>Ya peeps is at the grammy awards cornin<br>The ice, the fat wallet son, I won it<br>In the helicopter, warmin before morning<br>Def jam nigga, redman nigga, doc<br>Fuck ya momma on my sweat band nigga<br>You tough guys will get smacked in the club<br>With the gun I bought from mack in the club<br>Its p-p-p from bricks to brook-nam (come on)<br>Bring me some more ass to whoop on<br><br>[chorus]<br><br>[method man]<br>Look what the cat dragged in<br>Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror<br>Scoop of high yellow cinderella, meth forever<br>Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine<br>But if I have to, I have to, it's all in the mind<br>I stay ahead of time while y'all fallin behind<br>Tryin to relight ya lime, it's a crime when I drop ? ? ? design<br>That tick it, tick boom, blow your mind<br>Yeah me, m-e-t, h, the o, the d<br>Can't be done like tryin to find a penny in the sea<br>Nigga run for cover son go and get them guns<br>Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin ones<br>Swizz beat the track in the head, but I instead<br>Pull my ? dart gun? and bust sixteen until it's dead<br>I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain<br>Yellin wu-tang, wu-tang<br><br>[chorus]
