Let`s Ride lyrics

Artist  : Eightball & MJG 
Song : Let`s Ride
 


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
cuz 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
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' 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