Thursday, May 15, 2014

"Slippin" Waka Flocka Flame -vs- DMX


"Slippin" by Waka Flocka Flame
Produced by Mike WiLL Made-It

-VS-


"Slippin'" by DMX
Produced by 
DJ Shok



"Slippin" by Waka Flocka Flame | Produced by Mike WiLL Made-It

[Hook]

Don't let me catch you slippin', don’t let me catch you slippin'
Don't let me catch you slippin', don’t let me catch you slippin’
Caught a nigga slippin' outside of the parkin' lot
Young nigga partner change rang in his pockets
No mask so you know who got it
But you scared to get it back cause you know they 'bout it
Don't let me catch you slippin', don’t let me catch you slippin'
Don't let me catch you slippin', don't let me catch you slippin'
Cause you move to Hollywood you ain't good out there
Send the Pirus get your shit took out there
Bring a nigga shit straight back to Atlanta
Now them Clay County niggas got kush out there

[Verse 1]

Heard he in the H, I call J. Prince Jr
You ain't from the streets you just rap a lot, nigga
Booked for a show in the middle of the hood
You ain't good out there, this is Chi-Town, nigga
Asshole by nature, fuck it I'm Trae
Run that chain, nigga, like it’s a relay
You really pussy that’s what the streets say
Fuck who you know nigga, you gotta pay
Out in PA, fuckin’ with cook
Heard your favorite rapper got his AP took
I’m seein’ green dots, puttin’ money on books
If he broke he hatin’ young nigga get money
Fuckin’ with the white girl, Playboy bunny
Got them niggas lookin’ funny have them runnn’ in your shit
Caught 'em slippin' pumpin’ gas, nigga you a sweet leak
Got robbed by the bloods now you runnin’ with the crips – Nah
You niggas ain’t bool
Imma call troop, he gon’ call big you
Now the guns all on you nigga deja vu
You a question mark gangster – DJ Clue
For that Cuban link chain and that big Rolex
You in the wrong scenario – Tribe Called Quest
On the jet boy mission all our clips got extensions
Tryin’ to hold onto your chain, you gon’ end up missin’

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I got shooters in the D, I ain’t talkin’ bout the Pistons
Grand Theft Auto, send them homies on a mission
Pay yo’ ass a visit braggin’ bout your low ticket
Shoulda kept your mouth closed, now we know your business
Lyin’ on your crib like an infant, kill you in an instant
I want the shit for the chicken, I just hit a sweet lick, Charlie Sheen we winnin’
Ten toes down with the yoppa, I’m a beast
No V-103 like Greg I’m street
Don’t give up the money, then it’s RIP
Sendin’ head shots like the DMV
Half asleep, split your wig like the red sea
Got stripes in the street like a referee
Have a nigga runnin’ like a refugee
Show you how to rob, got the recipe
Do your homework, find out where he be at
Where he hide the money put the D at
Run up in yo’ shit we gon’ seize that
Then break it down on the g pad
Better be, boo you don’t need that
Waka Flocka Flame catch me hangin’ where the G’s at
Rob a dope boy, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout prison
Can’t call the police ’bout them bricks in the kitchen

[Hook]



"Slippin'" by DMX | Produced by DJ Shok
[Intro]

This life shit, this life shit, is like, is like
Bugged the fuck out, son, for real
See to live is to suffer but to survive
Well that's to find meaning in the suffering

[Hook x2]

Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ay yo I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up

[Verse 1]

I've been through mad different phases like mazes, 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
Doing something more constructive with their time than bids
I know because I been there
Now I'mma there sit back and look
At what it took for me to get there
First came the bullshit the drama with my Mama
She got on some fly shit so I split
And said that I'mma be that seed that doesn't need much to succeed
Strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was
Bagging niggas when I caught a buzz
For thinking about how short I was
Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell
Group homes and institutions, prepared my ass for jail
They put me in a situation forcing me to be a man
When I was just learning to stand without a helping hand
Damn, was it my fault, something I did
To make a father leave his first kid at seven doing my first bid
Back on the scene at fourteen with a scheme
To get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
And by all means I will be living high off the hog
And I never gave a fuck about much but my dog
That's my only muthafucka I had offered my last
Just another little nigga headed nowhere fast

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

That ain't the half shit get's worse as I get older
Actions become bolder, heart got colder
Chip on my shoulder that I dared a nigga to touch
Didn't need a clique cause I scared a nigga that much
One deep with the pit starting shit for kicks
Catching Vicks throwing bricks gettin by being slick
Used to get high to get by used to have to puff my L
In the morning before I get fly
Ate something a couple of forties made me hate something
I did some coke now I'm ready to take something
Three years later showing signs of stress
Didn't keep my hair cut or give a fuck how I dressed
I'm possessed by the darker side living the cruddy life
Shit like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
Wanna make records but I'm fucking it up
I'm slippin', I'm falling, I can't get up

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
Niggas talking shit was like damn look how that rock got him
Open like a window, no more endo look at a video
Saying to myself that could've been yo
Ass on the TV, believe me, it could be done
Something's got to give, gots to change cause I've got a son
I gots to do the right thing for shorty
And that means no more getting high drinking forties
So I get back looking type slick again
Fake niggas jump back on my dick again
Nothing but love for those that know how it feel
And much respect to all my niggas that kept it real
Kept a nigga strong, kept a nigga from doing wrong
Niggas know who they is and this is yo fucking song
And to my boo who stuck with a nigga through
All the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due

[Hook]

[Outro]

See this is that shit, this is that shit
That all real niggas can relate to
This is from the heart baby
Don't get it twisted
X baby

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