2Pac
Slipping Into Darkness (Salsa Con Soulfood Mix)
( 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 High
Little ruca in the bathroom getting high
What she doing and what she smoking, nobody knows
Is she addicted or just dipping in them elbows
A badass broad running with the girl gang
Just got some tat's, talking all that girl slang
First one to slap, because La vida don't matter
Whip out a cuete watch your brains get splattered
Selling them dubs, hanging with thugs and all that
Beating up fools with a baseball bat
Started having sex at only 15
Imagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean
Got pregnant had a baby in December
But won't see the daddy till next September
Mom's and Pop's gave her the boot
Kicked her out La Casa, so now what Raza
With the money she got, She bought a spot of the block
Started paying the rent by slangin' phat ass coca 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!) What's your function?
Her own kids gotta help, "cause they knew she was trippin'
Took the devil away homegirl, you was slippin'
[Chorus]
Slipping into Darkness
When you slip you trip and fall
Slipping into Darkness
Ain't no sense to give y'all 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 scenario
Cali got quakes, Mudslides, and Floods
XIV and X Tre (XIII), Crips and Bloods
Hustlas, Pimps, Shot Callers, and Killas
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]
Slipping into Darkness
When you slip you trip and fall
Slipping into Darkness
Ain't no sense to give y'all no love at all
[Verse: 3 2Pac]
They try to ban me, 'cause the brotha's makin' noise a lot
I tell the Eses and the boys, ?watch ya poise the plot??
They got me trapped, but now I'm strapped, gettin' hotter
Runnin' from the cop, as I try to cock my Glock
The war won't stop
That's why they wanna ban the music
You ever notice how the cops can't stand the music
See a black man coolin' with a Mexican
We can all have peace on the sets again
Give a shout-out to my homies in the pen'
They try to keep us down
But we clown every time we hit the Top-10
Once again it's yo friend out of Oakland
Hopin' they keep the hip hop clubs open
Now we can fight, let 'em close them
Or we could have peace at shows so we control 'em
Now ain't nobody gettin' paid, it's a damn shame
Why gangbang brothas in the same gang
Take security to blame, 'cause they lettin' it off
Brothas come to have fun but they settin' it off
One time make it worst when they sweat us
Send a army of pigs to come get us
So I'm runnin' out of time
And it's cool down with the Aztecs
And it's Salsa con Soulfood
(music fades)