Kid 'N Play - Slippin' lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Kid ] Open your eyes, picture this scene A street in the ghetto, and kid named Gene Runnin the block like Apartheid in Africa (Yo, I got a deal, man) He was a drug trafficker Large (large?) You should see what I mean Yo, look in the dictionary under 'large', it says 'Gene' (What about guns?) Man, he takes no losses He got more guns than the allied forces And of course his pockets are stable His motto is: cars, money & cable Gold cables and rings, females by the dozen They thought he was crazy, but he wasn't Brothers would always say: the kid don't play Because he would have even made Dirty Harry's day (He ain't lyin) Big Gene was alway sniffin ( *sniffing sounds* ) And steady slippin (Keeps on slippin, slippin, slippin) [ VERSE 2: Play ] Now on the scene with Gene was five-o In other words: the cops had to go Cause they would always mess up the cash, and to Gene it was bad When they rounded up his workers, it made him so damn mad So he would always stick his boot out When he saw the cops comin, he'd start a shoot-out Bullets were flyin, by-standers were tryin To escape, mothers cryin, cause their babies was dyin Gettin caught in crossfire, and to Gene it was funny He used to say to himself (it's all about the money) Whatever happens in between is really nothin Cause the end justifies the means So he kept on doin what he did for pay He was slept on by another kid named Jay Jay was poppin junk to Gene at a party ( *shot* ) Sent him home in a bodybag Word to mother, that kid Jay was in pain And Gene got the rep as the neighborhood Saddam Hussein Braggin about the body he caught But Jay's boys wasn't takin no shorts 10 g's was the price on his head So they hired a hitman to put his head to bed And then his head started flippin He was slippin [ VERSE 3: Kid & Play ] Well, Kid 'N Play can preach and teach But this ain't that kinda speech We cared enough to write this rhyme Cause it's punks like you who are runnin out of time Runnin from cops, runnin from who*es Runnin to crackspots, and runnin to the liquor stores This is just a story about Genes in the nation How they get caught up in a bad situation Cause everytime I turn on the news I see a blackman gettin cuffed by blues It's like a fight fixed, you throw a right kick In the daytime get bashed in the head with the nitestick Just because you wanna make the fast dough If this was Monopoly, you wouldn't pa** 'go' And if you find yourself trippin And you fit the description Of Gene, you the know the routine s**er, you're slippin