Two Roads

[K-Rino] It ain't but two roads that you can take When you doing dirt to get the money that you make I ain't gon' knock you for tryna get your mail But all the true gangsters is dead or in jail See boy, you's a fool, fifteen years old Thinking you gonna stack you up a killer bank roll You used to have to scrape, now your crib is straight laid out Started selling dope cause them crew cups done played out The homeboys told ya but you didn't learn a thing A OG even took you up under his wing He said, "The dope game is like a basketball team Everybody got a role, we can't all be a king" You got some kingpins, you got the little g's Some people sell rocks, while others move keys You work your way up and now you making all the bread But you might meet the Feds or some bullets to your head Cause it ain't but Two Roads [Hook: K-Rino] 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 [K-Rino] I got a friend who started struggling, hit some hard times Never been the type to indulge in petty crimes Anywhere you saw him, most likely you could 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 partner said, "Holla At me any time 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 making bank, pulling freaks and high capping He got to acting shife and people's dope he started taking Now he's in the grave cause he crossed that Jamaican [Hook: K-Rino] 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: K.O.] I ain't but Two Roads that you can take One is the jail house, the other's the grave [K-Rino] What ever happened to the days when a brother used to scrap with hands And when it's over gave each other dap Ain't no such thing as a one on one right? A one on one is now a gun on gun fight You had to get your strap and blast 'em in the chest man Because your pride couldn't accept the fact he had the best hands Now what's up with that? How we gonna stand? Killing a man over a women, killing a women cause she took your man It's not that, it's some dope that's where her mind is Time is running out, so really the bottom like is That smokers gon' smoke and gangsters gon' shoot But you can't kill a tree by cutting the branch, you gots 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 Cause guess who they making 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 Cause you can teach the kids and old folks can teach you about the roads [Hook: K-Rino] 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: K.O.] I ain't but Two Roads that you can take One is the jail house, the other's 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 pull ourself together, yeah