8ball - Let's Ride lyrics

[Intro: 8Ball] 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 [8Ball] Sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low Bite your bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a ho 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 Cuz 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 [MJG] 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] [8Ball] Preacher man could you pray for me cuz 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' [MJG] 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]