Ruff Ryders: 2 Tears in a bucket

Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in blood out (all aboard)Sheek, Methical, waddup niggasYo yo, hey yoSoon as I cop the nine I pop the nineBut when I take it out the box I represent LoxNow when I flow hit the rewind buttonSo I charge em all when ya all at the doorFuck heat, Sheek walk around with an ovenWho you gonna kill with that little Foreman grillHow's it gonna look when I come through your blockSheek, Doc, Meth on topForce, 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 jewelsAs long as the condos paid and the truck I chooseI'm telling y'all niggas, if it's not double RYou can spell my name out on the side of the carChorus:Come and Ruff Ryde with usIf you wanna get high with usIf you wanna get down with usCome on now (x2)I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jawA five speed clutch on my paw when I writeI glow like the heads of light brite 3000 volts of lightning when ya fly the right kiteMe and Meth be henessee, two ice cubesWe can draw (choose your weapon) or do I chooseWhen I choose the grip, one shot lose your hipI hope your shoes fit for this movin pickI avalanche the camp with 10 feet of snowI'm cold blooded, my fam half EskimoMy flows move like indo, turn 10 nickels to 10 lows out of 10 stonesRide the crash course, do the math on itSwizz Beatz you can ride Amtrak on itBut I'm on it, grillin with George ForemanYour peeps is at the grammy awards corningThe eyes to fat wallet son I want itAnd the helicopter warning before morningDef jam nigga, Redman niggaGot fuck your momma on my sweatband niggaYou tough guys will get smacked in the clubWith the gun that I bought from Mack in the clubIt's P-P-V from brick to BrooklynCome on, bring me some more ass to whoop onChorus: x2Look what the cat dragged inUnderground dweller from the cellar bring terrorScooper high yeller, Cinderella Meth foreverNever rush a rhyme, hope to never bust my nineBut if I have to I have toIt's all in the mind, I stay ahead of timeWhile you're falling behind, trying to relight your lineIt's a crime when I drop bomb lines design..To tick tick boom, blow your mindYeah me, m-e-t h-the o-d doneTrying to find a penny in the seatNigga, run for cover son, go and get them gunsY'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and get into oneSwizz Beatz, the Doc in the head, but I insteadPull my dark gun and bust sixteen until it's deadI'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chainYelling Wu-TANG, Wu-TANGChorus: x5(fade to end)