| Life in the fast lane
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| Life in the fast lane, life in the fast lane
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| Man, I ain’t got nothing to lose, everything to gain
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| Life in the fast lane, life in the fast lane
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| Man, I ain’t got nothing to lose, everything to gain
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| Either you with me or against me, man, ain’t nothing change
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| Nigga, you, go against the grain, I’ll make you, walk with a cane
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| Now nigga now, who you gon' blame, when shit ain’t the same
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| Nigga nobody hears your name, you got down wit a gang
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| Oh thirty, one blood, ya’ll niggas do your thing
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| You got these felonies, fuck it, go out with a bang
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| Ya’ll niggas wanna hang, with niggas that, filthy rich
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| They ain’t even got to talk, to take your bitch
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| One look was all it took, she seen the Benz-o
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| She seen them TV’s, and them big ol' rizzos
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| Another Benz or a hoopty, I’mma scoop me a coupie
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| Only bad bitches suit me, I’m a dog, like Snoopy
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| It’s LaSon, the don, keep a gat in my palm
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| I’m a motherfuckin' killer, put my hand on the Qu’ran
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| Seven sixty BM, think like Iceberg Slim
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| And I got a broad look like the first Lil' Kim
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| Taking late night trips, on the highway to pump
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| And I’m feeling like I got my whole life in a trunk
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| I’m a certified hustler, purple kush crusher
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| Boy, try to play with my paper, I’mma bust ya
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| Homey, get with me, cuz I move that work quickly
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| It’s that nigga, La Sing-Sing, and that chamber 50, muthafucka |