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***a this is not the time n***a 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***as diein' all day over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into bricks b**hes 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**h make that switch real n***as flip sh** and farm the sh** with a bad a** yellow b**h Eight-Ball translation three and a half you not affiliated n***a if you have to ask rich kid a queens n***a a green n***a when I say green n***a all about his cream n***a I suggest invest in a tank and a vest 'cause me and all my n***as gone ride (Chorus) one time for my real n***as (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 willy n***a with my feet up but I'm in the field k**in' for a meal around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real money murder all in my eyes real n***as ride and they don't ask why I'm a real a** n***a who I be MJ livin' to handle business every god damn day now who in the f** be talkin' sh** 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**hes 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 motherf**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***a I smash down to take care of k**ers 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 pa** n***a for real trick don't tell me (Chorus) one time for my real n***as (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 willy n***a with my feet up but I'm in the field k**in' for a meal around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real money murder all in my eyes real n***as ride and they don't ask why preacher man could you pray for me 'cause I'm about to sin my homicidal poetry k**in' 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***as leavin' n***as 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 sh** that hardcore sh** that sh** you run from see I ain't got time for this superstlye sh** i know where I come from ghetto hood a** n***a hard nine if you ever wanna meet me in person I ain't hard to find (Chorus) one time for my real n***as (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 willy n***a with my feet up but I'm in the field k**in' for a meal around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real money murder all in my eyes real n***as ride and they don't ask why