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8ball - let's ride lyrics

[intro: 8ball]
you know sometimes you have to use a little composure
be playa about the situation but this is not the time n-gga
this is not the time n-gga its time to ride its time to ride

[8ball]
sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low
bite your bottom lip to keep from cl!ckin’ on a ho
in the streets what the f-ck don’t n0body play
from memphis to the bay n-ggas diein’ all day
over yea shipped with c0ke and candy cut up into bricks
b-tches that be thick be settin’ up them tricks
gettin’ l!cks rules don’t apply to gettin’ rich
start a business sell a ki pimp a b-tch
make that switch real n-ggas 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-gga if you have to ask
rich kid a queens n-gga a green n-gga
when i say green n-gga all about his cream n-gga
i suggest invest in a tank and a vest
cuz me and all my n-ggas gone ride

[chorus]
one time for my real n-ggas (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-gga with my feet up
but i’m in the field k!llin’ for a meal
around fake hoes talkin’ about they keep it real
money murder all in my eyes real n-ggas ride and they don’t ask why

[mjg]
i’m a real -ss n-gga 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-gga i smash down to take care of k!llers 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-gga for real trick don’t tell me

[chorus]

[8ball]
preacher man could you pray for me cuz i’m about to sin
my homicidal poetry k!llin’ 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-ggas leavin’ n-ggas layin’ up leakin’
for weeks and weepin’ from my grim reapin’ realiwin’
mj wake ’em up from sleepin’

[mjg]
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-gga hard nine if you ever wanna meet
me in person i ain’t hard to find

[chorus]

- 8ball lyrics

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