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