Fast Lane Lyrics - Block Brochure: Welcome To The Soil 2 - E-40

Living the life in the quick lane only the strongest survive 

These streets will swallow you up mayne, and eat you alive 

Can't be no poodle, run tuck your tail and hide 

They'll spaghetti your noodle, mayne, element of surprise 

It's going around mayne, death in the air 

Better not be scared cause hyenas can smell fear 

There's not a lot of love but it's a whole lot of hate 

Beware of your surroundings they're starving they ain't ate 

The lick of fire awaits for those with no souls 

Hot like a stove, hotter than hot coals 

I'n not a knock, I'm the server, got hella clients waitin' 

Fuck the FDA; the food and drug administration 

That's the thought process of a soil soldier 

6's on the [?] pistola, spinach and yola 

I'm talking realer dope money this hustler makin' 

And I don't cattin' and capin' and cupcakin' 

I go bad on a batch man, I ain't playin' 

Knock a broad without even lifting a hand 

Ain't even gotta touch her, mind games mayne 

Brain fuck her, I ain't lyin' 

Never been a bitch-made motherfucker just a professional sucker-ducker 

I'm one nigger rich motherfucker, courthouses and diamond clusters 

Fucks with hustlers, not no busters allowed around us 

No sap suckers, snitches, bitches, or punk cowards 

Yeah, nigga having thangs 

This hustler bout' his chains 

Nigga really out here doin' it? (Doin it) 

Everybody know my name 

I'm deep off in this game 

Whatever money that I get to (Whatcha livin?) 

Looking up with greenbacks on your mind is a good sign 

My name ringing like a high school bell, like a church chime 

This ain't chameleon, but go get a glass of wine 

Listen to me preach my rhyme, sit back and recline 

I'm too real to be unreal, too truthful to be fake 

Daddy and mommy went they're separate ways when I was eight 

But it made me great, more stronger and god-willing 

A few years later, I'm worth a few million 

Top billing, killing em' with my independent grip 

Got rid of my digital scale and started making hits 

Flipping all kinds of whips, Benzes, Cutlass, and Lexus's 

Me and the clique of St. Charles, god was blessing us 

Successfulness, all praises due to Allah 

Jesus, Jahova, the most highest almighty god 

Reverend Thurman and Mother Thurman, I miss you much 

I know you up in heaven watching over us 

If I can help people, that's what they taught me to do 

Can't save the world, but I can help save a few 

People talk behind my back, laugh and smiled all in my face 

Said my voice was too squeaky and my style was a disgrace 

Now I'm hittin', they ain't laughin' all the way to the bank 

Making deposits and promoting my own track 

Backing with my nose in the air, like my shit don't stank 

Came in the game blindfolded, stressin', guessin', walking the plank 

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