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Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow |
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Some people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow |
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But brothers gangbang, robbin people for dough |
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Get out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go |
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Stand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack |
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Watchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back |
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This game is dangerous, you're livin in fear |
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You pack a 9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare |
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He needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half |
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And he'll be fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh |
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Continue slangin, makin all you can make |
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You hear a [sirens] that's the law gotta break |
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Hop in the Beemer, and roll up the glass |
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You put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast |
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Now they're suspicious - how could he be clean? |
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He packs a beeper, drives a Beemer, and he's only 19 |
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Yo let's harass him, to see what he's got |
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What started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops |
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Life in the fast lane |
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Another hot spot, you screech to a halt |
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Yo look what I've got, then reach for the wall |
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They find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~! |
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They'll put your butt in the bump |
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Roll to the station, yo captain whassup? |
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I caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock this boy up |
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Straight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip |
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And the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip |
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Out in an hour, on your way to the pad |
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A copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad |
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Turn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker |
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He stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker |
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Fell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement |
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There's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it |
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Back on the run again, and the boys on your block |
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Was blabbin all to the cops about the people you shot |
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Did you get nervous, well why continue your route? |
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When you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits |
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Took off his jacket, flung to the back |
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Grabbin a pull from the pack, I gotta break I get back |
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Right to his rock spot, before the brother got shot |
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He tried to sell 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock |
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Bumped off~! They ain't let him slide |
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Now his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died |
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... But that's the name of the game |
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Way he died was a shame, pushin 'caine |
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... Life in the fast lane |
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I remember fast times, sellin dope was my pasttime |
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Life in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd |
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Sit back and wonder, what would become of me |
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The fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me |
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Step out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe? |
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I need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro |
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Make the sale then I'd bail out |
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Now it's time to get the hell out |
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Every day was the same thing, dopefiends named me |
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Big Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly |
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Out of the big I had the biggest |
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Rocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this |
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It was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it |
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No cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it |
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I got lucky made it out of the game |
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... Life in the fast lane |
