Sports Or Streets

Hook:

3 pointers or street corners

50 yard line or yard time

Either gone be batter up

Or strike out

Its gettin dim yall

Time to pull the lights out

Jump shot or bunk spot

Either playin quarter back or your runnin the block

Either pitcher on the mound thats controllin the game

Or a peppah n the garden 5.0 knowin ya name

Verse 1:

One out of seven kids make it out my part of the map

Full of marks men and everybodys target is scratch

Fools be eyin ya loot

With their eye on your boots

Schools be lyin the root

Falsifyin the truth

Kids try hoop

Somehow you handle the ball

And you really could be in there

If you land over tall

Probaly get a scholoy'

Be star for Cal Polly

Flip a big Deanali

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And marry a hot tamale

But what if you get there

And dislocate your knee

Your just another black with a face

Another black with a plee

Get sent back to your place

Sellin crack for your cheese

No coaches want to get you

Its to much to risk

Life becoming to fast

Its to much to quick

And your back up on your bills

Owe two months of rent

So you puff to blunts pent

To boost your high

Gather your troops and ride

Steady asking why

Hook

Verse II:

Sports or steets

Be the only choices we got

In my neighborhood

5.0 they posion the block

Go to school with wild peppahs

All them boys is hot

Try to concentrate

But sometimes your poise gets stop

Play football and ya you be the best on the field

But in the classroom all your tests look ill

Coaches get you pass

They say they need ya ass

Change report cards

Because they say your knees that fast

Never get you help

Just change grades n stuff

Go from f minus's to them A's with plus

Get you college pass

But you dumb and not smart

Ineligible for the team

So its back to where you start

Couldn't handle college courses but you know the street

Now you packin heat

Just to get somthin to eat

Sound cruel ?

Man this happen all the time

From lil blocks and big blocks

Yalls and mine

Hook

Verse III:

Either way it go

We be still athelites

Wether running for the ball

Or caught in a Task sweep

Pitcher pitcher please get us out of a jam

But damn

The coach dont even know young sam

He just a power arm black from the hood

Soon as he mess up throw him back in the woods

Task attack him and they smack him up good

Think of a way up out of this here?

Take action you should

Cause what could happen you could be stranded

With dead time on your shoulders

Wanna get breaded

You start slangin bolders

Sports couldnt get you over

So you hustle for cheese

Keep these rules up in ya mind

Never mess with police

Caught in a sweep

Mid day start of the week

Heart drop

Voice elapsed

Soon as u started to speak

8 rocks fifth of gin

Pistol loded with ten

Finger prints match up

2 11 and more

For the home run you just hit they fittin even the score

Even the score....(fade)