Mistah F.A.B. - Sports Or Streets lyrics

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 Dean*li 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 cla**room all your tests look ill Coaches get you pa** They say they need ya a** 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 pa** 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)