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[ CHORUS ] The fast lane, half heart, half money Aint nobody smilin, aint nothin funny Raise the risk, raise the profit And cant nobody stop it Unless your games weak So baby, dont sleep
The fast lane, half heart, half money Aint nobody smilin, aint nothin funny Raise the risk, raise the profit And cant nobody stop it Unless your games weak So player, dont sleep
[ VERSE 1 ] The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block Goin hand in hand Leanin in and out of sedans Pumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee Their dream is to re-up to a ki Cops watch the influx of dope Through a telescope Snitches in the game Give the young gs names Bitches on the jock Of the hustlers on the block Jump from gee to gee Similar to a flea Suck the blood out, or in this case the dough Roll with the blow till considered a hoe Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama The bitch aint done, she still lives for the drama Lookin for another baller To hit and never call her All in vain Life in the Lane A new crew of hookers on the track from up north Vice cops, they watch em stroll back and forth They take a pay-off Or a blow job just to lay off The Lanes no joke Yo, you players stay broke A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory End of story, gotta watch my back myself Or else theyll find my body layin on a coroner shelf Its the Lane
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[ VERSE 2 ] Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota Supermarkets all sold out on baking soda Gangbangers start to understand the dope game fast Kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cash Gotta represent, what you say you are, thats a star Feds got a homing device on your car That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado Birds you had, 12 now you got a l Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin Drive-by shootings cant end, kids are dyin The cream is the ultimate goal Gots to roll Till my cash flows mega Baller not a beggar Bitches workin plastic with the fake IDs Life in the Lane, stackin up gs Chop shops taggin up Benzes and Beamers Crack spots boilin full kilos in beakers Damn, the games quicker than shit, dont slip Cause bet your life therell be another hustler checkin yo grip Its the Lane
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[ VERSE 3 ] Brother on parole need a quick lick to come up The score went bad, now hes back stuck Bitches settin niggas up jacked and waxed Small-time workers movin weight in a g ride Lac Dont talk on your cellular, your phone is tapped Dont check the rear view, theres no turnin back Its the Lane, now youre in it, hit the gas and mash Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers Everybodyll squeal, take the l or the deal Yo, spin the wheel, for the cops youre a meal Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel But if you miss, my friend, guess what you win A one-way ticket to the federal state pen Its the Lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride Rolls High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin hoes Anything goes, theres no limit, just mash The cops will be there when you crash
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