paroles de chanson Tears in a Bucket - Method Man , Redman , Ruff Ryders , Sheek Louch
Ryders
niggas,
blood
in
blood
out
(all
aboard)
Sheek,
Methical,
waddup
niggas
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
Come
and
Ruff
Ryde
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
high
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
down
with
us
Come
on
now
Come
and
Ruff
Ryde
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
high
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
down
with
us
Come
on
now
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
Come
and
Ruff
Ryde
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
high
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
down
with
us
Come
on
now
Come
and
Ruff
Ryde
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
high
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
down
with
us
Come
on
now
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-TANG
Come
and
Ruff
Ryde
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
high
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
down
with
us
Come
on
now
Come
and
Ruff
Ryde
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
high
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
down
with
us
Come
on
now
Come
and
Ruff
Ryde
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
high
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
down
with
us
Come
on
now
Come
and
Ruff
Ryde
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
high
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
down
with
us
Come
on
now
Come
and
Ruff
Ryde
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
high
with
us
If
you
wanna
get
down
with
us
Come
on
now
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