Fast Lane

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, f*ck 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