Let's Ride - 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 
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 y