Lyrics to Slippin
Slippin Video:
See, to live is to sufferBut to survive, wellThat's to find meaning in the sufferingCHORUS: (2x)Ay yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin'I can't get upAy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin'I can't get upAy yo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin'I gots to get upGet me back on my feetSo I can tear shhh upI been through mad different phases like MasonsTo find my way, and now I knowThat happy days are not far awayIf I'm strong enoughI'll live long enough to seeMy kids doin' somethin' more constructiveWith they time, than bidsI know it 'cause I been thereNow I'm in there, sit back and lookAt what it took for me to get thereFirst came the (bullshit), the drama with my mamaShe got on some fly (shit), so I splitAnd said that I'm a be that seedThat doesn't need much to succeedStrapped with mad greedAnd a heart that doesn't bleedI'm ready for the world, or at least I thought I wasBaggin' (niggaz) when I caught a buzzFor thinkin' about how short I wasGoin' too fast, it wouldn't lastBut yo, I couldn't tellGroup homes and institutions prepare my (ass) for jailThey put me in a situation forcin' me to be a manWhen I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' handDamn! Was it my fault, somethin' I did?To make a father leave his first kid?At seven doin' my first bid?Back on the scene at 14 with a schemeTo get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dreamAnd by all means I will be living high off the hogAnd I never gave a (fuck) about muchBut my dog, that's the only (mothafucker)I had offered my lastJust another little (nigga) headed nowhere fast-CHORUS- (2x)That ain't the half, (shit) gets worse as I get olderActions become bolder, heart got colderChip on my shoulder that I dared a (nigga) to touchDidn't need a cliqueCause I scared a (nigga) that muchOne deep with a (bitch), startin' (shit) for kicksCatchin' vicks, throwin' bricks, gettin' by bein' slickUsed to get high, just to get byUsed to have to (puff my L) in the morningBefore I got fly, I ate somethin'Couple of forties made me hate somethin'After some (shit) now I'm ready to take somethingThree years later showing signs of stressDidn't keep my hair cutOr give a (fuck) how I dressedI'm possessed by the darker sideLivin' the cruddy life(Shit) like this kept a (nigga) with a bloody knifeWanna make records but I'm (fuckin' it) upI'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up-CHORUS- (2x)Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom(Niggaz) was like: "Damn, look how that (shit) got him!"Open like a window, no more IndoLook at a video, sayin' to myself:"That could've been yo (ass) on the TV!"Believe me, it could be done, somethin' gots to giveGots to change cause now I got a sonI gots to do the right thing for shortyAnd that means: No more getting high, drinking fortiesSo I get back, lookin' type slick againFake (niggaz) jump back on my (dick) againNothin' but love for those that know how it feelAnd much respect to all my (niggaz) that kept it realBe strong, kept a (nigga) from doin' wrong(Niggaz) who they is and this is your (fuckin') songAnd to my boo who stuck with a (nigga) throughAll the bull(shit) you'll get yours because it's due-CHORUS- (2x)I can't get upI gots to get upThis is from the heart, babyDon't get it twisted, uhX-rated!




Songwriters: Simmons, Earl / Gomez, Michael A / Washington, Grover (Jr)
Publisher: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
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