Slippin'


ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
uh
see, to live, is to suffer
but to survive, well
that's to find meaning, in the suffering

chorus X2
aye yo, i'm slippin, i'm fallin, i can't get up
aye yo, i'm slippin, i'm fallin, i can't get up
aye yo, i'm slippin, i'm fallin, i gots to get up
get me back on my feet so i can tear *shit up*(pu tish)

i been through mad different phases, like masons to find my way
and now i know that happy days are not far away
if i'm strong enough i'll live long enough to see my kids
doin somethin more constructive wit they time, than bids
i know becuz i've been there, now i'm in there (uh)
sit back and look at what it took for me to get there (uh)
first came the bullshit(wooo), the drama wit my mama
she got on some fly shit(what?!) so i split, and said that i'ma
be that seed, that doesn't need much to succeed (uh!)
strapped wit mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed (what?)
i'm ready for the world or at least i thought i was
baggin niggas(uh!) when i caught a buzz just thinkin bout how short i was (c'mon!)
goin too fast it wouldn't last but yo i couldn't tell
group homes and institutions, prepare my ass(uh huh) for jail
they put me in a situation forcin me to be a man
when i was just learnin to stand witout a helpin hand
damn! was it my fault, somethin i did?
to make a father leave his first kid? at 7 doin my first bid?
back on the scene at 14, wrote a scheme (uh), to get more cream
than i'd ever seen, in a dream (uh)
and by all means, i will be livin high off the hog (what!?)
and i never gave a fuck(what?!) about much, but my dogs (what!?)
that's the only mothafucker(wooo) i had offered my last
just another little nigga(c'mon!), headed nowhere fast

chorus

that ain't the half (uh), shit(arf) gets worse as i get older (uh huh)
actions become bolder, heart got colder (uh huh)
chip on my shoulder, that i dared a nigga(uh) to touch
didn't need a clique cuz i scared a nigga(uh huh) that much (c'mon)
one deep, went to bitches startin shit(uh huh) for kicks
catchin vicks, throwin bricks (uh), gettin by bein slick (uh)
used to have to get high just to get by (what?), used to have to puff on my
L(wooo) in the mornin before i could fly (what?)
ate something, couple of forties made me hate somethin (uh huh)
i did some niggas(arf) now i'm ready to take somethin
3 years later showin signs of stress
didn't keep my hair cut or give a fuck(c'mon) how i dressed (ahhh!)
i'm possessed by the darker side, livin the cruddy life
bullshit(what?) like this, kept a nigga wit a bloody knife (c'mon!)
wanna make records but i'm fuckin it(wooo) up (why?)
i'm slippin, i'm fallin, i can't get up

chorus

wasn't long before i hit rock bottom
shit(wooo) was like damn, look how that nigga(how that) got him
open, like a window, no more indo
look at a video (uh)sayin to myself that could've been yo
shit on the tv, believe me, it could be done
somethin's gotta give, it's gotta change cuz now i've got a son (yes)
i've gots to do the right thing for shorty
and that means no more gettin high, drinkin forties (c'mon)
so i get back, lookin type slick again (uh)
fake bitches(what) jump back on my dick(uh!) again (uh huh)
nothin but love for those that know how it feel
and much respect for all my niggas(c'mon) that kept it real
be strong (uh), kept a nigga from doin wrong
fuck(uh) who they is and this is your fuckin(what?!) song
and to my boo, who, stuck wit a nigga(arf) through
all the bullshit you'll get yours, because it's due (c'mon, c'mon)

chorus

i can't get up
gots to get up

this is from the heart baby
don't get it twisted
ha ha
X RATED!!!


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