Point A To Point B

[Chorus]

15 balls and a club to match

A lotta these foo's keep dying for sratch

All I wanna do is get payed for good

But too many haters rollin thru 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, a cop said I ran it

I aint a slave to a grave, I just had to send 'em

Six shooter in my lap, I put five in 'em

The heat iron heat defeats novacane

To degrees where even death can't stop the pain

Gain momentum when the heat started dumpin in 'em

And then I'ma bit 'em 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 thru

I'm trippin

[Chorus]

15 balls and a club to match

A lotta these foo's keep dying for sratch

All I wanna do is get payed for good

But too many haters rollin thru my hood

[Verse Two]

It's like

I stepped in the moss back in 92

Got the real scoop on the red, white, and blue

It provided me with deep thoughts to rap about

Aint no choir, cuz it aint shit to clap about

I had a dream I was in a shootout one night

Foo started cockin up cuz they was scared to fight

I started to run but my feet couldn't handle the test

I felt a sharp pain, blast right thru my chest

I hit the ground tryin to fight for what I had left

I felt the essence of my life remove 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, it was only a dream

Trippin over how realistic a vision could seem

Was I really about to be recieved by the dirt

How come I woke up with that blood stain on my shirt

[Chorus]

15 balls and a club to match

A lotta these foo's keep dying for sratch

All I wanna do is get payed for good

But too many haters rollin thru my hood

[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 commits to whip

Murder to he or she who fought for the right to be free

Raping the sister while they hung a brother from a tree

Burning a body of a 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 before

Cuz even though our asses are no longer in chains

They wrapped a mutha fucker smooth around our brain

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

Cuz just imagine how our first ancestors felt

Being decieved back in Africa, sold and delt

They had to pay, with their life for us to walk today

400 years later still aint 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