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Ruff Ryders
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2 Tears in a Bucket
Lyricist:Kaseem Dean, Jackson, Sean Jacobs, Reggie Nobles, Clifford Smith
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out Sheek, Methical 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, 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's it gonna look when I come through your block? Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by Back open, pumpin' How High Yeah, can y'all see that, bitch 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 condo's paid and the truck I choose I'm telling y'all niggaz, if it's not double R You can spell my name out on the side of the car
Come and Ruff Ryde with us If you wanna get high with us If you wanna get down with us Come on now, yeah, come on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us If you wanna get high with us If you wanna get down with us Come on now
Yo, yo, 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 lightnin' when ya fly the right kite
Me and Meth be Hennesey, two ice cubes We can draw 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 10 feet of snow I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo My flows move like endo Turn ten nickels to ten loads out of ten 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 Ya peeps is at the Grammy Awards cornin'
The ice, the fat wallet son, I won it Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In the helicopter warnin' before mornin' 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 that I bought from Mack in the club It's P P P from Bricks to Brook-nam Bring me some more ass to whoop on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us If you wanna get high with us If you wanna get down with us Come on now, yeah, come on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us If you wanna get high with us If you wanna get down with us Come on now, yeah, come on
Look what the cat dragged in Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror Scooper 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 you're falling behind, trying to relight ya lime It's a crime when I drop online's design That 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 and gettin' ones
Swizz Beatz, 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 Yelling Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Come and Ruff Ryde with us If you wanna get high with us If you wanna get down with us Come on now, yeah, yeah, come on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us If you wanna get high with us If you wanna get down with us Come on now, yeah, come on
Come and Ruff Ryde with us If you wanna get high with us If you wanna get down with us Come on now, yeah, yeah, come on ...
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