I Got the Hook-Up! movie - Let's Ride lyrics
rate meSong by Eightball & MJG<br /><br>
you know sometimes you have to use a little composure<br>
be playa about the situation but this is not the time nigga<br>
this is not the time nigga its time to ride its time to ride<br>
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sometimes you have to keep it calm play it low <br>
bite your bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe<br>
in the streets what the fuck don't nobody play<br>
from Memphis to the Bay niggas diein' all day<br>
over yea shipped with coke and candy cut up into bricks<br>
bitches that be thick be settin' up them tricks<br>
gettin' licks rules don't apply to gettin' rich<br>
start a business sell a ki pimp a bitch<br>
make that switch real niggas flip shit<br>
and farm the shit with a bad ass yellow bitch<br>
Eight-Ball translation three and a half <br>
you not affiliated nigga if you have to ask<br>
rich kid a queens nigga a green nigga <br>
when I say green nigga all about his cream nigga<br>
I suggest invest in a tank and a vest<br>
cuz me and all my niggas gone ride<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
one time for my real niggas (let's ride)<br>
two times for the game its all in your brain <br>
man if I had a buck for everytime I've fucked up<br>
i would be the big willy nigga with my feet up<br>
but I'm in the field killin' for a meal <br>
around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real<br>
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why<br>
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I'm a real ass nigga who I be MJ<br>
livin' to handle business every god damn day<br>
now who in the fuck be talkin' shit behind my back<br>
lookin' to find a hundred and thirty ways to get jacked<br>
tie you in the sack procede to pack you off too young <br>
yea you brought some pain I brought the rain and I stun to feel <br>
I wonder will these fake ass bitches become real<br>
hell naw don't forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll<br>
should I spell ya'll fake ass bustas before I see ya<br>
and I can tell by the scent in the air I don't wanna meet ya<br>
and I don't care if its the motherfuckin' holidays <br>
I ain't gone preach just pose and look up at me like <br>
a big 'ol pimp ass I'll beat 'cha<br>
nigga I smash down to take care of killers who spit trash<br>
small pounds no limit soldiers we kick cash<br>
at the drop of ball D-I-M-E P-I-M-P<br>
tight pass nigga for real trick don't tell me <br>
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[Chorus]<br>
one time for my real niggas (let's ride)<br>
two times for the game its all in your brain <br>
man if I had a buck for everytime I've fucked up<br>
i would be the big willy nigga with my feet up<br>
but I'm in the field killin' for a meal <br>
around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real<br>
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why<br>
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preacher man could you pray for me cuz I'm about to sin<br>
my homicidal poetry killin' again and again<br>
T-Mix gave me the gun when he sat and made the track <br>
a mental picture forms when I fire up a batch<br>
of sticky green love controllin' what I'm speakin'<br>
sprayin' niggas leavin' niggas layin' up leakin'<br>
for weeks and weepin' from my grim reapin' realiwin'<br>
Mj wake 'em up from sleepin'<br>
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I'm creepin' peepin' in your windows<br>
smokin' regular now you gonna leave us behind <br>
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we two steps ahead of the competition <br>
we leave 'em wishin' upon the moon <br>
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we here with T-Mix creatin' a boom to move the room<br>
its that pimp shit that hardcore shit that shit you run from <br>
see I ain't got time for this superstlye shit i know where I come from <br>
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ghetto hood ass nigga hard nine if you ever wanna meet<br>
me in person I ain't hard to find <br>
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[Chorus]<br>
one time for my real niggas (let's ride)<br>
two times for the game its all in your brain <br>
man if I had a buck for everytime I've fucked up<br>
i would be the big willy nigga with my feet up<br>
but I'm in the field killin' for a meal <br>
around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real<br>
money murder all in my eyes real niggas ride and they don't ask why<br>
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