Eightball & MJG Let's Ride Lyrics

you know sometimes you have to use a little composure
be playa about the situation but this is not the time n____
this is not the time n____ its time to ride its time to ride

sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low
bite your bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe
in the streets what the f___ don't nobody play
from Memphis to the Bay n____s diein' all day
over yea shipped with c__e and candy cut up into bricks
b____es that be thick be settin' up them tricks
gettin' licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich
start a business sell a ki pimp a b____
make that switch real n____s flip s___
and farm the s___ with a bad a__ yellow b____
Eight-Ball translation three and a half
you not affiliated n____ if you have to ask
rich kid a queens n____ a green n____
when I say green n____ all about his cream n____
I suggest invest in a tank and a vest
cuz me and all my n____s gone ride

[Chorus]
one time for my real n____s (let's ride)
two times for the game its all in your brain
man if I had a buck for everytime I've f___ed up
i would be the big w____ n____ with my feet up
but I'm in the field killin' for a meal
around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes real n____s ride and they don't ask why

I'm a real a__ n____ who I be MJ
livin' to handle business every god d___ day
now who in the f___ be talkin' s___ behind my back
lookin' to find a hundred and thirty ways to get jacked
tie you in the sack procede to pack you off too young
yea you brought some pain I brought the rain and I stun to feel
I wonder will these fake a__ b____es become real
hell naw don't forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll
should I spell ya'll fake a__ bustas before I see ya
and I can tell by the scent in the air I don't wanna meet ya
and I don't care if its the m_________in' holidays
I ain't gone preach just pose and look up at me like
a big 'ol pimp a__ I'll beat 'cha
n____ I smash down to take care of killers who spit trash
small pounds no limit soldiers we kick cash
at the drop of ball D-I-M-E P-I-M-P
tight pass n____ for real trick don't tell me

preacher man could you pray for me cuz I'm about to sin
my homicidal poetry killin' again and again
T-Mix gave me the gun when he sat and made the track
a mental picture forms when I fire up a batch
of sticky green love controllin' what I'm speakin'
sprayin' n____s leavin' n____s layin' up leakin'
for weeks and weepin' from my grim reapin' realiwin'
Mj wake 'em up from sleepin'

I'm creepin' peepin' in your windows
smokin' regular now you gonna leave us behind

we two steps ahead of the competition
we leave 'em wishin' upon the moon

we here with T-Mix creatin' a boom to move the room
its that pimp s___ that hardcore s___ that s___ you run from
see I ain't got time for this superstlye s___ i know where I come from

ghetto hood a__ n____ hard nine if you ever wanna meet
me in person I ain't hard to find