K-Rino - Two Roads lyrics

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, 15 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
An 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 Gs
Some people sell rocks


While others move keys
You work your way up and now
You're making all the bread
But, you might meet the Feds or
Some bullets to your head
'Cause it ain't but two roads
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

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
It ain't but two roads

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

I ain't but two roads that you can take
One is the jail house, the other's the grave

Whatever 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
'Cause your pride couldn't accept the fact
He had the best hands
Now what's up with that? How we gon' stand?
Killing a man over a women
Killing a women because 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 line 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 LV told me
You got to cherish old folks and kids too
‘Cause you can teach the kids and old
Folks can teach you about them roads

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

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