[Sheek Louch]
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Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in blood out (all aboard)
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Sheek, Methical, waddup niggas
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[Sheek Louch]
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Yo yo, hey yo
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Soon as I cop the nine I pop the nine
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But when I take it out the box I represent Lox
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Now when I flow hit the rewind button
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So I charge em all when ya all at the door
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Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
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Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill
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How's it gonna look when I come through your block
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Sheek, Doc, Meth on top
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Force, 300 horse fly by, back open, pumpin how high (how high)
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Can ya see that, you can call me whatcha want cuz "I'll be dat"
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Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
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As long as the condos paid and the truck I choose
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I'm telling y'all niggas, if it's not double R
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You can spell my name out on the side of the car
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[Chorus- Styles P & Redman]x2
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Come and Ruff Ryde with us
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If you wanna get high with us
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If you wanna get down with us
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Come on now
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[Redman]
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I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
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A five speed clutch on my paw when I write
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I glow like the heads of light brite
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3000 volts of lightning when ya fly the right kite
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Me and Meth be henessee, two ice cubes
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We can draw (choose your weapon) or do I choose
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When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
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I hope your shoes fit for this movin pick
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I avalanche the camp with 10 feet of snow
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I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo
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My flows move like indo, turn 10 nickels to 10 lows out of 10 stones
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Ride the crash course, do the math on it
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Swizz Beatz you can ride Amtrak on it
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But I'm on it, grillin with George Foreman
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Your peeps is at the grammy awards corning
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The eyes to fat wallet son I want it
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And the helicopter warning before morning
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Def jam nigga, Redman nigga
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Got fuck your momma on my sweatband nigga
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You tough guys will get smacked in the club
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With the gun that I bought from Mack in the club
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It's P-P-V from brick to Brooklyn
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Come on, bring me some more ass to whoop on
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[Chorus]x2
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[Method Man]
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Look what the cat dragged in
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Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
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Scooper high yeller, Cinderella Meth forever
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Never rush a rhyme, hope to never bust my nine
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But if I have to I have to
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It's all in the mind, I stay ahead of time
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While you're falling behind, trying to relight your line
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It's a crime when I drop bomb lines design..
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To tick tick boom, blow your mind
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Yeah me, m-e-t h-the o-d done
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Trying to find a penny in the seat
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Nigga, run for cover son, go and get them guns
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Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and get into one
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Swizz Beatz, the Doc in the head, but I instead
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Pull my dark gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
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I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
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Yelling Wu-TANG, Wu-TANG
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[Chorus]x5
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(fade to end)
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2 Tears in a Bucket
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| Ruff Ryders |
