Fast Lane - La the Darkman

Life in the fast lane

Life in the fast lane, life in the fast lane

Man, I ain’t got nothing to lose, everything to gain

Life in the fast lane, life in the fast lane

Man, I ain’t got nothing to lose, everything to gain

Either you with me or against me, man, ain’t nothing change

Nigga, you, go against the grain, I’ll make you, walk with a cane

Now nigga now, who you gon' blame, when shit ain’t the same

Nigga nobody hears your name, you got down wit a gang

Oh thirty, one blood, ya’ll niggas do your thing

You got these felonies, fuck it, go out with a bang

Ya’ll niggas wanna hang, with niggas that, filthy rich

They ain’t even got to talk, to take your bitch

One look was all it took, she seen the Benz-o

She seen them TV’s, and them big ol' rizzos

Another Benz or a hoopty, I’mma scoop me a coupie

Only bad bitches suit me, I’m a dog, like Snoopy

It’s LaSon, the don, keep a gat in my palm

I’m a motherfuckin' killer, put my hand on the Qu’ran

Seven sixty BM, think like Iceberg Slim

And I got a broad look like the first Lil' Kim

Taking late night trips, on the highway to pump

And I’m feeling like I got my whole life in a trunk

I’m a certified hustler, purple kush crusher

Boy, try to play with my paper, I’mma bust ya

Homey, get with me, cuz I move that work quickly

It’s that nigga, La Sing-Sing, and that chamber 50, muthafucka