(feat. 2Pac)    (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 ass 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  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 sex at only 15  Imagine O.G. wears his clothes all crisp and clean  Got pregnant had a baby in December  She wont 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 ass coca rocks  Now she's 23 her four kids all alone, and loc'ed out  And plus she's 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 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 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: x2]    [Verse 3: Tupac]    They tried to ban me cause a brothas making noise a lot  I tear their asses about to foil the plot  They got me trapped, now I'm strapped getting harder  Running from the cops as I try to cock my gloc  The war won't stop, that's 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 gangbang 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.