[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 

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]