Point A to Point B Lyrics
[Intro]
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 finish straight. In the 9-8. Yeah we gonna do it like this
[Chorus]
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
[Verse One]
It's like
I'm tryin to get from point A to point B
Mutha fuckin 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 'im
Six shooter in my lap, I put five in 'im
The heat iron heat defeats novacane
To degrees where even death can't stop the pain
Gain momentum when the heat started dumpin in 'im
And then I'ma bit 'im like a snake when I'm pumpin venon
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'
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
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 started to run but my feet couldn't handle the test
I felt a sharp pain, blast right through my chest
I hit the ground tryin to fight for what I had left
I felt the essence of my life removin' itself
My homeboy standing over me, cryin' and shit
I'm losing focus in my eyes and 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 recieved by the dirt?
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How come I woke up with that bloodstain on my shirt?
Trippin'
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Knowledge
In 1555 they put us on a ship
Thousands of miles across the water, that's a long trip
Strip the knowledge itself, 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'
Cuz 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 grand daddy 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 decieved back in Africa, sold and delt
They had to pay with they life for us to walk today
400 years later still ain't left point A
Trippin'
[Outro]
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
