Funky Aztecs, 2pac (day Of The Dead), 2pac (strictly 4 My N.i.g.g.a.z.) - Point The Finga

Details Funky Aztecs, 2pac (day Of The Dead), 2pac (strictly 4 My N.i.g.g.a.z.) - Point The Finga

Artist: Funky Aztecs f/ 2Pac
Album: Day of the Dead
Song: Slippin' Into Darkness (Remix)

( 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 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 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 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 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 alot
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, 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 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.

(music fades)
Artist: 2Pac
Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Song: Point the Finga


"You could get the finger.. the middle!" {*1}
"Come and get some!" {*2}

[2Pac]
Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger
{*1} {*2}

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
{*1} {*2} Niggaz love to point the finga
Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
{*1} {*2}

[2Pac]
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga
I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash-rap singer
I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops
I brought proof that the niggaz need guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this:
wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day
them same motherfuckers on the beat gettin major paid
But when I get my check they takin tax out
So, we payin for these pigs to knock the blacks out
Ain't that a bitch, some officers are gettin rich
Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shit
As far as jealousy, bein a celebrity
No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me
And the media is greedier than most
You could sell em your soul or they'll be on ya til a niggaz ghost
And everyday I read the paper there's another lie
They show my picture for the crimes of another guy
Now how's that for the life of a big shot
A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot
I play them nuttin ass marks in the park
for tryin to earn they stripes in the dark
Just cause I come there, don't mean I from there, peep:
only jealous motherfuckers beef, and point the finga

Chorus: repeat 4X

Boom boom boom on your black ass, bitch
{*1} {*2}

[2Pac]
As I run up on em madman, a nutcase with a screw loose
A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies
Niggaz run to me don't come to me with beef
Take your jewels and your jeep, boom boom! Let that ass sleep
It's gettin hectic, niggaz run, quick
Buckshots are the payback for dumb shit
All you niggaz on the block tryin to test me
Best wear a vest or get open like, sesame
I'll run up on you mad deep; while you're tryin to sleep
I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets
Wake up, motherfucker, don't stutter
Point blank by a nigga from the gutter, yeah!
Gimme mine, gimme mine, gimme, mine
Ban my rhymes, now I'm back to bustin, nines
And bustaz can't get none, hell no
A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw
I came up from the amateurs to pro hits
at 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kill a bringer
of bad news, so they choose, to point the finga

Chorus

[2Pac]
One two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
I bring skills and I build, kill at will
Smoke sess til I'm ill, still feel me?
I say one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
Pick it up, pick it up, give it up
Best to duck or get fucked for your bucks
Scream one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
I can't give up, it's a black thang
And I ain't goin back to the crack game
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Bitches, let em point the finga
(You can do it son; be a man and stand up or run)
Snitches, let em point the finga
Yo, one two three, peace to the real G's
Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me
I guess nobody loves a rap singer
That's why these motherfuckers.. (hahaha!) point the finga

Chorus

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