The Lane Lyrics - Vi: Return Of The Real - Ice T

[ CHORUS ] 

The fast lane, half heart, half money 

Ain't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funny 

Raise the risk, raise the profit 

And can't nobody stop it 

Unless your game's weak 

So baby, don't sleep 

The fast lane, half heart, half money 

Ain't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funny 

Raise the risk, raise the profit 

And can't nobody stop it 

Unless your game's weak 

So player, don't sleep 

[ VERSE 1 ] 

The streets crawl with ill niggas 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 

Bitches 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 hoe 

Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama 

The bitch 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 blow job 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 

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[ VERSE 2 ] 

Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota 

Supermarket's all sold out on baking soda 

Gangbangers 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 

Bitches 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 

Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't slip 

Cause bet your life there'll be another hustler checkin yo grip 

It's the Lane 

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[ VERSE 3 ] 

Brother on parole need a quick lick to come up 

The score went bad, now he's back stuck 

Bitches settin niggas 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 shit, ride Rolls 

High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin hoes 

Anything goes, there's no limit, just mash 

The cops will be there when you crash 

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