K-Rino - Point A to Point B lyrics

You know if there's one thing I
Don't like it's fraud activity
On every journey, seem like the farther I go
The farther I am from where I'm tryna be
So maybe I'm going in the wrong direction
So I gotta set 'em straight in the 9-8
Yeah we gonna do it like this

15 rounds and the gloves to match
A lotta these fools keep dying for scratch
All I wanna do is get paid for good
But too many haters rolling through my hood

It's like
I'm tryna get from point A to point B
Motherfucking feds still watching me
I'm still on paper from my last lick
Rough street life got me pumped
Up to blast quick
2 o'clock on the block, I'm pulled over
Damn it i red light a mile back


The cop said I ran it
I ain't a slave to the grave
I just had to send him
Six shooter in my lap, I put five in him
The heat iron heat defeats novacane
To degrees where even death
Can't stop the pain
Gain momentum when the heat
Started dumpin in him
And then I'ma bit 'im like a
Snake when I'm pumping venom
The murderistic, realistic
Let my fist get deeper in
His grill cuz I'm twisted
I'ma show you, all the dirt that K-Rino do
"Duck!" You see the type of shit
I gots to go through? I'm trippin'

15 rounds and the gloves to match
A lotta these fools keep dying for scratch
All I wanna do is get paid for good
But too many haters rollin through my hood

It's like
I stepped in the mosque back in '92
Got the real scoop on the red, white
And blue it provided me with deep
Thoughts to rap about
Ain't no choir 'cause it ain't
Shit to clap about
I had a dream I was in a shootout one night
Fool started cockin' up 'cause they
Was scared to fight i tried to run but my
Feet couldn't handle the test
I felt a sharp pain blast
Right through my chest
I hit the ground tryna fight
For what I had left i felt the essence of
My life removin' it'self
My homeboy standing over me, cryin' and shit
I'm losing focus in my eyes
Going blind and shit
I raised up, wooo, damn it was only a dream
Trippin over how realistic a
Vision could seem was I really about to be
Received by the dirt?
How come I woke up with
That bloodstain on my shirt? Trippin'

15 rounds and the gloves to match
A lotta these fools keep dying for scratch
All I wanna do is get paid for good
But too many haters rolling through my hood
(Knowledge)

In 1555 they put us on a ship
Thousands of miles across the water
That's a long trip
Strip the knowledge it'self
Devils flip the script
Rip the shirt off my back
And commence to whip
Murder to he or she who fought
For the right to be free
Raping the sister while they hung
The brother from a tree
Burning the body of the victim
To ash and dust
And at the same time teaching religion to us
Emancipation proclamation, they let us go
Only to make conditions worse
Than they was befo'
'Cause even though our asses are
No longer in chains
They wrapped the motherfuckers smooth
Around our brains
Poverty stricken conditions lead
To criminal shit
"We're equal now"got your ass subliminal shit
If your great granddaddy could
Come from the past
And hear you bumpin' that bullshit
He'd slam yo ass 'Cause just imagine how our
First ancestors felt
Being deceived back in Africa, sold and dealt
They had to pay with their life
For us to walk today
400 years later still ain't left point A

Trippin' tryna get from point A to point B
I'm tryna get from point A to point B
I'm tryna get from point A to point B
I'm tryna get from point A to point B