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Kool G Rap - Fast Life (feat. Nas) Lyrics

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  • The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
  • Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A.
  • We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
  • Verse One: Kool G Rap
  • Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream?
  • With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
  • Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's
  • Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
  • Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
  • Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
  • Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
  • We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half
  • Three major players gettin papers by the layers
  • And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus
  • Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
  • Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
  • Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
  • that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
  • Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Giorgio Armani's
  • You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
  • The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
  • Slangin a Coke without the Cola
  • Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one
  • It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son
  • Chorus
  • Livin the fast life, in fast cars
  • Everywhere we go, people know who we are
  • A team from out of Queens with the american dream
  • So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream
  • (repeat 2X)
  • Verse Two: Nas Escobar
  • Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees, considerably
  • Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my niggaz be
  • The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores
  • A perpendicular, angle of the clout war
  • Police searchin up my Lex over who's petrol
  • My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though
  • But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed
  • The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's
  • Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs
  • These years I got they names in my swears
  • Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
  • Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby down
  • Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs
  • The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic
  • Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance
  • Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent
  • It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size
  • We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise guys
  • The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal
  • Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal
  • *singer*Brother you've got to make it happen
  • Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh
  • Brother you've got to make it happen
  • When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah
  • Verse Three: G Rap, Nas
  • [Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard
  • [Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot
  • [Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
  • [Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships
  • [Rap] Bodies on ice
  • [Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice
  • [Rap] Gamblin Grants
  • [Nas] Handlin stamps
  • [duo] Moves are sheist
  • [Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes
  • [Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes
  • [Nas] True
  • [Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour
  • Cookin up grams with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama
  • [Nas] Rub out faces and leave no traces
  • My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
  • Servin us Dom P my cliquo
  • Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico?
  • Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
  • in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows
  • [Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks
  • sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks
  • and got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills
  • Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
  • [Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things
  • Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings
  • Chorus
  • *singer does same part again with variations to fade, mostly "I" for "you*

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