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 
'Cause me and all my niggas gone ride 

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 proceed 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 want to 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 

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 want to meet 
Me in person I ain't hard to find 

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