2 Pac - Slippin' Into Darkness (Feat. The Funky Aztecs) Lyrics
yeah! ha ha yeah.... thats right!the F.A's comin striaght from the wild wild westlook at baby girl born in 19-7-deucePop's on his fix, Mom's stuck on that crazy juicewent to school, It's all cool but in Junior HiiighLittle hooker in the bathroom getting hiiighWhat she doing and what she smoking, nobody knowsIs she addicted or just slipping into melboseA bad ass broad running with the girl gangjust got some tat's,Talking all that girl slang.first one to slap, because La vida dont matterWip out a cuete watch your brains get splatteredSelling them doves, hanging with thugs and all thatBeating up fools with a baseball batStarted having sex at only 15Imagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and cleanGot pregnant had a baby in Decembershe wont see the daddy till next SeptemberMom's and Pop's gave her the bootKicked her out La Casa, Now what Razawith the money she got, She bought a spot of the blockStarted paying the rent by slangin' phat ass coca rocksNow shes 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed outand plus shes all smoked out,the base faceYou could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tearsofa life long cries.They was headed for self destructionConjunction Junction,(hey Yo!) Whats your Function?Her own kids gotta healp, cause they knew she was slippin'took the devil away homegiiirl, You was Slippin'.CHORUS:Slipping into DarknessWhen you slip you trip and fallSlipping into DarknessAin't no sense to give ya'll no love at allThey say we're slipping, as a whole one raceSo, what we gonna choose, Don't want the bluesI turn to the news and what do I see(merciless)"Everybody in the world ready to D. I. E."We got blacks against blacks, browns against brownswhites against whites,from governments to undergroundsSo, Peep the soundas it bumps through your stereoEar to your brain now check out the scenerioCali got quakes, Mudslides, and FloodsPesadillas(nightmares)Crips and BloodsHustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and KillasO.G. , Macks, and the big Coca DealersWe got homeboys who just like kicking itand Vato's like me who grab the mic and start splitting it(merciless) "You're in for a phat treat trip into a phat beat"So get closer to the funk and slip into the backseat.CHORUS X2They wanna band me cause a brothas makin noise a lotill shoot they ass in a sec wit a poisin dartthey got me runnin down the street gettin hotterrunnin from the cops as i try to clock my glockthe war wont stopthats why they wanna band the musicyou ever notcie how the cops cant stand the musicsee a black man coolin wit a mexicanwe can all have peace, the sun sets againthey try to shove us in the penbut we clown and we frown every time we hit the top tenonce again, its your friend outta oakland,hopinto keep the hip hop clubs opennow we can lay back and let them close'mor we can have beef and show that we control'emnow aint nobody gettin paid, its a damn shamewhy gang bang brothas in the same gang?they say securitys to blame, cause they lettin it offbrothas come to have fun but they settin it offone time, make it worse when they sweat ussend an army of pigs to come get usnow im runnin outta time and im cool down with the aztecsthis is sorta like soul food