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    Dj Clue? / Lyrics

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    "Two Tears in a Bucket" Lyrics

    Dj Clue? feat. Method Man and Redman

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    Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
    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 its gon' look when I come through your block?
    Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
    Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
    Yeah, can why'all see that (See that)
    Bitch you can call me what you want, ''cause I'll Be Dat (Be Dat)
    Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
    Long as the condo's paid and the truck I choose
    I'm tellin why'all niggas, if its not double are
    I'ma spell my name out on the side of your car

    Come and Ruff Ryde with us
    If you want to get high with us
    If you want to get down with us
    Come on now
    Come and Ruff Ryde with us
    If you want to get high with us
    If you want to 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 ride
    I glow like the pegs in Lite-Brite
    3000 bolts of lightening when fly the right kite
    Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice cubes
    We can draw (Choose your weapons) 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, ten feet of snow
    I'm cold blooded, my fam half eskimo
    My flows move like endo
    Turn ten nickels into ten loads, outta ten stoves
    Ride the crash course, do the math on it
    Swizz Beats 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
    In the helicopter, warmin before morning
    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 I bought from Mack in the club
    Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
    Bring me some more ass to whoop on


    [Method Man]
    Look what the cat dragged in
    Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
    Scoop of high yellow cinderella, Meth forever
    Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
    But if I have to, I have to, its all in the mind
    I stay ahead of time while why'all fallin behind
    Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when I drop ??? design
    That tick it, 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
    why'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin ones
    Swizz Beat the track in the head, but I instead
    Pull my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen until its dead
    I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
    Yellin Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Kasseem Dean, Ignatius Jackson, Sean D Jacobs, Reggie Noble, C Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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