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8 ball - let's ride lyrics

(feat. mjg)

you know sometimes you have to use a little composure
be playa about the situation but this is not the time n-gg-
this is not the time n-gg- 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 f-ck don’t n-body play
from memphis to the bay n-gg-s diein’ all day
over yea shipped with c-ke and candy cut up into bricks
b-tches 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-tch
make that switch real n-gg-s flip sh-t
and farm the sh-t with a bad -ss yellow b-tch
eight-ball translation three and a half
you not affiliated n-gg- if you have to ask
rich kid a queens n-gg- a green n-gg-
when i say green n-gg- all about his cream n-gg-
i suggest invest in a tank and a vest
cuz me and all my n-gg-s gone ride

[chorus]
one time for my real n-gg-s (let’s ride)
two times for the game its all in your brain
man if i had a buck for everytime i’ve f-cked up
i would be the big w-lly n-gg- 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 n-gg-s ride and they don’t ask why

i’m a real -ss n-gg- who i be mj
livin’ to handle business every god d-mn day
now who in the f-ck be talkin’ sh-t 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 -ss b-tches become real
h-ll naw don’t forget bout the spliff and i tell ya’ll
should i spell ya’ll fake -ss 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-ckin’ holidays
i ain’t gone preach just pose and look up at me like
a big ‘ol pimp -ss i’ll beat ‘cha
n-gg- 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 p-ss n-gg- for real trick don’t tell me

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’ n-gg-s leavin’ n-gg-s 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 compet-tion
we leave ’em wishin’ upon the moon

we here with t-mix creatin’ a boom to move the room
its that pimp sh-t that hardcore sh-t that sh-t you run from
see i ain’t got time for this superstlye sh-t i know where i come from

ghetto hood -ss n-gg- hard nine if you ever wanna meet
me in person i ain’t hard to find

- 8 ball lyrics

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