2pac - Slippin' Into Darkness (Remix) lyrics

( yeah, yeah the F. A's coming str8 From the wild wild west) Verse: 1 (Merciless) Look at baby girl born in 19-7-deuce Pop's on his fix, Mom's stuck on that crazy juice Went to school, It's all cool but in Junior Hiiigh Little hooker in the bathroom getting hiiigh What she doing and what she smoking, nobody knows Is she addicted or just slipping into melbose A bad a** broad running with the girl gang Just got some tat's,Talking all that girl slang First one to slap, because La vida dont matter Wip out a cuete watch your brains get splattered Selling them doves, hanging with thugs and all that Beating up fools with a baseball bat Started having s** at only 15 Imagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean Got pregnant had a baby in December She won't see the daddy till next September Mom's and Pop's gave her the boot Kicked her out La Casa, Now what Raza With the money she got, She bought a spot of the block Started paying the rent by slangin' phat a** c**a rocks Now shes 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed out And plus shes all smoked out,the base face You could see it in her eyes, it could also tell the tears Of a life long cries They was headed for self destruction Conjunction 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: x2 (Slippin' into Darkness Sample from War) Slipping into Darkness When you slip you trip and fall Slipping into Darkness Ain't no sense to give ya'll no love at all Verse: 2 (Sapo Loco) They say we're slipping, as a whole one race So, what we gonna choose, Don't want the blues I 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 browns Whites against whites,from governments to undergrounds So, Peep the sound as it bumps through your stereo Ear to your brain now check out the scenerio Cali got quakes, Mudslides, and Floods Pesadillas(=nightmares)????? Crips and Bloods Hustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and k**as O.G. , Macks, and the big Coca Dealers We got homeboys who just like kicking it And 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: x2 Verse: 3 (2Pac) They tried to ban me cause a brothas making noise alot I tear their a**es about to foil the plot They got me trapped, now I'm strapped getting harder Running from the cops as I try to co*k my gloc The war won't stop, Thats why they want to ban the music Gather and notice how the cops can't stand the music See a black man cooling with a mexican We can all have peace on the set's again Give a shout out to my homies in the pen They try to keep us down but we pound Every time we hit the Top 10 Once again is your friend out of Oakland Hoping to keep your hip hop clubs open Now we can fight and let them close them Or we could have peace at shows so we contol them Now ain't nobody getting paid, It's a damb shame Why g**n brothas in the same gate Say security is the plan cause they letting it off Brothas come to have fun, but they setting it off One-Time make it worse when they sweat us Send a Army of pigs to come get us So I'm running out of time And it's cool down with the aztecs And it's Salsa con Soulfood (music fades)