Let's Ride Lyrics - Eightball & Mjg

you know sometimes you have to use a little composure 

be playa about the situation but this is not the time nigga 

this is not the time nigga 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 fuck don't nobody play 

from Memphis to the Bay niggas diein' all day 

over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into bricks 

bitches 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 bitch 

make that switch real niggas flip shit 

and farm the shit with a bad ass yellow bitch 

Eight-Ball translation three and a half 

you not affiliated nigga if you have to ask 

rich kid a queens nigga a green nigga 

when I say green nigga all about his cream nigga 

I suggest invest in a tank and a vest 

'cause me and all my niggas gone ride 

(Chorus) 

one time for my real niggas (let's ride) 

two times for the game its all in your brain 

man if I had a buck for everytime I've fucked up 

i would be the big willy nigga 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 niggas ride and they don't ask why 

I'm a real ass nigga who I be MJ 

livin' to handle business every god damn day 

now who in the fuck be talkin' shit 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 ass bitches become real 

hell naw don't forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll 

should I spell ya'll fake ass 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 motherfuckin' holidays 

I ain't gone preach just pose and look up at me like 

a big 'ol pimp ass I'll beat 'cha 

nigga 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 nigga for real trick don't tell me 

(Chorus) 

one time for my real niggas (let's ride) 

two times for the game its all in your brain 

man if I had a buck for everytime I've fucked up 

i would be the big willy nigga 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 niggas ride and they don't ask why 

preacher man could you pray for me 'cause 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' niggas leavin' niggas 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 shit that hardcore shit that shit you run from 

see I ain't got time for this superstlye shit i know where I come from 

ghetto hood ass nigga hard nine if you ever wanna meet 

me in person I ain't hard to find 

(Chorus) 

one time for my real niggas (let's ride) 

two times for the game its all in your brain 

man if I had a buck for everytime I've fucked up 

i would be the big willy nigga 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 niggas ride and they don't ask why