K-Rino - Two Roads lyrics
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[Verse One] It aint but two roads that you can take When you doing dirt to get the money that you make I aint going to knock you, for tryin to get your mail But all the true gangstas is dead or in jail See boy, you'za fool, 15 years old Thinkin you gonna stack you up and killa bank roll You used to have to scrape, now your krib is straight layed out Started sellin dope cuz them Ku Klux done played out The home boys told ya but ya didn't learn a thing An OG, even took ya up under his wing He said "the dope game is like a basketball team Everybody gotta role, we can't all be a king" Got some king pins, you got the little g's Some people sell rocks, while others move keys You work your way up, and now you makin all the bread But you might meet the feds or some bullets to your head cuz it aint but two roads [Chorus] The game is sweet, but sometimes it's sour High cappers getting bumped off by the hour You take the high road, you take the low You'll end up dead, but you'll be on death row [Verse Two] I gotta friend who started strugglin, hit some hard times Never been the type to indulge in petty crimes Anywayz I saw him, most likely you can find me I graduated 1989 he came behind me But when he graduated, he started getting nervous Mama said "you gots to get a job or join the service" He thought to himself, "should I push up on KFC Or join the army, and be all I can never be" Then he remembered that his partna said "holla At me anytime you wanna make a quick dollar" He kicked my boy down with a small lick to start with Said that he would stop when he moved in his apartment And get himself a ride, but yo, something happened He started makin bank, putting freaks, and high cappin He got to acting shife and people's dope he started taking Now he's in the grave cuz he crossed that Jamaican [Chorus] The game is sweet, but sometimes it's sour High cappers getting bumped off by the hour You take the high road, you take the low You'll end up dead, but you'll be on death row [Bridge] I aint but two roads, that you can take One is the jail house, the others the grave [Verse Three] What ever happened to the days, when a brotha used to scrap, with hands And when it's over, gave eachother dap Aint no such thang as a one on one right? A one on one is now a gun on gun fight Ya had to get your strap, and blast 'em in the chest maan Because your pride couldn't except, the fact, that he had the best hands Now what's up with that? How we gonna stand? Killin a man over a women, killin a women cuz she took your man It's not that, it's some dope that'swhere our mind at Time is runnin out, so really the bottom like is Smokers gon' smoke, gangstas gon' shoot But you can't kill a tree by cuttin the branch, you gotz to get the root And that be the media on TV, tryna blame the blacks for all the problems that they see Yo, the politicians you know we can't trust Cuz guess who they makin all them new laws up for Yeah, I see you blind but you can see I'ma tell you, just like L.V. told me You got to cherish your old folks and kids too Cuz you can teach the kids and old folks can teach you about the roads [Chorus] The game is sweet, but sometimes it's sour High cappers getting bumped off by the hour You take the high road, you take the low You'll end up dead, but you'll be on death row [Bridge] I aint but two roads, that you can take One is the jail house, the others the grave No I don't wanna see my people dying No I don't wanna see you crying Things are gonna get better We need put ourself together, yea
