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