(feat. 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 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 wh