[Verse 1: DJ Akshun]
Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow
When [?] slang 'caine, the money will flow
The brothers gang bang, robbing people for dough
Yo that's the name of the game and here's how it goes
I'm on the sidewalks, with the fist full of crack
Watching the guys talk, ayo, watch my back
This game is dangerous, I'm living in fear
I pack a .9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare
He needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half
And he'll be fiending and dreaming, I'll take his 20 and laugh
Continue slanging, making all I can make
I hear a (police siren), that's the laws, gotta break
Hop in my Beamer, and roll up the glass
I put my car in reverse to make my getaway fast
Now they're suspicious, how could he be clean?
He packs a beeper, drives a Beamer and he's only nineteen?
Yo, let's harass him, to see what he's got
What started off as a game, ended the life's of two cops
Life in the fast lane
[Verse 2: DJ Akshun]
Another hot spot, I screech to a halt
Yo, look what I've got, then reach for the [?]
Pull out the product and all the fiend will says "Ohhh"
Then put my bank in a vault
Roll out to Malcolm, yo, money, what's up?
Me and Ozene know what I mean, gave me some [?] cuts
Straight to the pocket, with the .9 on my hip
And John said "Yo, watch your back" Popped in the clip, said I'm hip
Back to the Beamer, on my way to the pad
A copper starts to trail me, now I'm sweating bad
Turned on his flashers, I stopped like a sucker
He stuck his head in the window so I shot the motherfucker
Fell to the pavement, blood pouring on the cement
This witness was standing by and I knew that he'd seen it
Rolled down the window and pulled off fast
I knew he'd tell but I don't play and I popped a cap in his ass
Got kind of nervous, still I continued my route
Looked at the sleeve on my jumper and I had blood on my suit
Took off the jacket, slung to the back
Grabbed me a port from the pack, John rang my phone and said "Ak
"I need a favor" "Yo, man what you need?"
"Pick up my ki from the Colombians and pump 'till they bleed
"Pump 'till they bleed" "Well, why's that, my man?"
"Sold me a pack wrapped like a ki but it was filled full of sand
"What's their location?" "On Northern, the heights
"Gigantic two story mansion with lots of statues and lights"
Ran to the Surpluss, bought an AK and some hand grenades
Some shells for my Uzi and a sawed off that my man had made
Yo, that's the name of the game
Life in the fast lane
Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow
When [?] slang 'caine, the money will flow
The brothers gang bang, robbing people for dough
Yo that's the name of the game and here's how it goes
I'm on the sidewalks, with the fist full of crack
Watching the guys talk, ayo, watch my back
This game is dangerous, I'm living in fear
I pack a .9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare
He needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half
And he'll be fiending and dreaming, I'll take his 20 and laugh
Continue slanging, making all I can make
I hear a (police siren), that's the laws, gotta break
Hop in my Beamer, and roll up the glass
I put my car in reverse to make my getaway fast
Now they're suspicious, how could he be clean?
He packs a beeper, drives a Beamer and he's only nineteen?
Yo, let's harass him, to see what he's got
What started off as a game, ended the life's of two cops
Life in the fast lane
[Verse 2: DJ Akshun]
Another hot spot, I screech to a halt
Yo, look what I've got, then reach for the [?]
Pull out the product and all the fiend will says "Ohhh"
Then put my bank in a vault
Roll out to Malcolm, yo, money, what's up?
Me and Ozene know what I mean, gave me some [?] cuts
Straight to the pocket, with the .9 on my hip
And John said "Yo, watch your back" Popped in the clip, said I'm hip
Back to the Beamer, on my way to the pad
A copper starts to trail me, now I'm sweating bad
Turned on his flashers, I stopped like a sucker
He stuck his head in the window so I shot the motherfucker
Fell to the pavement, blood pouring on the cement
This witness was standing by and I knew that he'd seen it
Rolled down the window and pulled off fast
I knew he'd tell but I don't play and I popped a cap in his ass
Got kind of nervous, still I continued my route
Looked at the sleeve on my jumper and I had blood on my suit
Took off the jacket, slung to the back
Grabbed me a port from the pack, John rang my phone and said "Ak
"I need a favor" "Yo, man what you need?"
"Pick up my ki from the Colombians and pump 'till they bleed
"Pump 'till they bleed" "Well, why's that, my man?"
"Sold me a pack wrapped like a ki but it was filled full of sand
"What's their location?" "On Northern, the heights
"Gigantic two story mansion with lots of statues and lights"
Ran to the Surpluss, bought an AK and some hand grenades
Some shells for my Uzi and a sawed off that my man had made
Yo, that's the name of the game
Life in the fast lane
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