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ice-t - the lane lyrics

[ hook ]
the fast lane, half heart, half money
ain’t n0body smilin, ain’t nothin funny
raise the risk, raise the profit
and can’t n0body stop it
unless your game’s weak
so baby, don’t sleep

the fast lane, half heart, half money
ain’t n0body smilin, ain’t nothin funny
raise the risk, raise the profit
and can’t n0body stop it
unless your game’s weak
so player, don’t sleep

[ verse 1 ]
the streets crawl with ill n-ggas on the block
goin hand in hand
leanin in and out of sedans
pumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
their dream is to re-up to a ki
cops watch the influx of dope
through a telescope
snitches in the game
give the young g’s names
b-tches on the jock
of the hustlers on the block
jump from gee to gee
similar to a flea
suck the blood out, or in this case the dough
roll with the blow till considered a ho
babies are born and p-wned off to grandmama
the b-tch ain’t done, she still lives for the drama
lookin for another baller
to hit and never call her
all in vain
life in the lane
a new crew of hookers on the track from up north
vice cops, they watch em stroll back and forth
they take a pay-off
or a bl-w j-b just to lay off
the lane’s no joke
yo, you players stay broke
a ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory
pcp and crystal meth, wars of glory
end of story, gotta watch my back myself
or else they’ll find my body layin on a coroner shelf
it’s the lane

[ hook ]

[ verse 2 ]
gees take the game on the road to minnesota
supermarket’s all sold out on baking soda
g-ngb-ngers start to understand the dope game fast
kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cash
gotta represent, what you say you are, that’s a star
feds got a homing device on your car
that made you easy to follow to denver, colorado
birds you had, 12 now you got a l
crack babies born in the hospitals cryin
drive-by shootings can’t end, kids are dyin
the cream is the ultimate goal
gots to roll
till my cash flow’s mega
baller not a beggar
b-tches workin plastic with the fake id’s
life in the lane, stackin up g’s
chop shops taggin up benzes and beamers
crack spots boilin full kilos in beakers
d-mn, the game’s quicker than sh-t, don’t slip
cause bet your life there’ll be another hustler checkin yo grip
it’s the lane

[ hook ]

[ verse 3 ]
brother on parole need a quick l!ck to come up
the score went bad, now he’s back stuck
b-tches settin n-ggas up jacked and waxed
small-time workers movin weight in a g ride lac
don’t talk on your cellular, your phone is tapped
don’t check the rear view, there’s no turnin back
it’s the lane, now you’re in it, hit the gas and mash
through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash
jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers
everybody’ll squeal, take the l or the deal
yo, spin the wheel, for the cops you’re a meal
tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel
but if you miss, my friend, guess what you win
a one-way ticket to the federal state pen
it’s the lane you chose, you fill your sh-t, ride rolls
high-priced clothes, baddest f-ckin hoes
anything goes, there’s no limit, just mash
the cops will be there when you crash

[ hook ]

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