The fast lane, heart, half money nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny Raise the risk, the profit And can't stop it Unless game's weak So baby sleep
The lane, half heart, half money Ain't smilin', ain't nothin' funny Raise the risk, raise the And can't nobody it Unless your game's So player sleep
The crawl with ill niggas on the block Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in and out of Pumpin' dreams to crack fiends for a fee Their dream is to to a ki
Cops the influx of dope through a telescope Snitches in the game, the young G's names Bitches on the jock of the hustlers on the Jump gee to gee, similar to a flea
Suck the out or in this case the dough Roll with the till considered a hoe Babies are born and off to grand mama The bitch done, she still lives for the drama
Lookin' for baller to hit and never call her All in vain in the lane A new of hookers on the track from up north cops, they watch 'em stroll back and forth
They take a Or a blow job to lay off The no joke Yo, you players stay
A ghetto garage a nice laboratory PCP and crystal meth, of glory End of story, watch my back myself Or else find my body layin' on a coroner shelf the lane
The fast lane, half heart, money nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny Raise the risk, raise the And can't nobody it Unless your weak So don't sleep (It's the lane)
The lane, half heart, half money Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny Raise the risk, the profit And nobody stop it Unless game's weak So player, don't
Gees take the on the road to Minnesota all sold out on baking soda Gang start to understand the dope game fast Kidnap the drug for the ransom cash
Gotta represent, you say you are, that's a star got a homin' device on your car That made you easy to to Denver, Colorado you had, 12, now you got a L
Crack born in the hospitals cryin' shootings can't end, kids are dyin' The cream is the ultimate goal, to roll Till my cash flow's mega, baller not a
workin' plastic with the fake ID's Life in the lane, up G's Chop taggin' up Benzes and Beamers Crack spots full kilos in beakers
Damn, the quicker than shit, don't slip 'Cause bet your there'll be another hustler Checkin' yo the lane
The fast lane, half heart, half Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny the risk, raise the profit And can't stop it Unless game's weak So baby don't (It's the lane)
The fast lane, half heart, half Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny Raise the risk, the profit And can't nobody it Unless game's weak So player, sleep
on parole need a quick lick to come up The score went bad, now he's stuck settin' niggas up jacked and waxed Small-time workers movin' weight in a g Lac
Don't on your cellular, your phone is tapped Don't the rear view, there's no turnin' back It's the lane, now in it, hit the gas and mash Through the land of the hardcore hoes and
and robbers, hustlers and clockers Everybody'll squeal, the L or the deal Yo, the wheel for the cops, you're a meal Tailor suits gator boots the fly hoes kneel
But if you miss, my friend, what you win A one-way to the federal state pen the lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride Rolls High-priced clothes, fuckin' hoes
goes There's no limit, mash The cops be there you crash
The fast lane, half heart, half Ain't nobody smilin', nothin' funny Raise the risk, raise the And can't nobody it your game's weak So baby don't
The lane, half heart, half money Ain't nobody smilin', ain't funny Raise the risk, the profit And can't nobody it Unless game's weak So player don't