Cast - Alien Lyrics
[ CHORUS ]The fast lane, half heart, half moneyAin't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funnyRaise the risk, raise the profitAnd can't nobody stop itUnless your game's weakSo baby, don't sleepThe fast lane, half heart, half moneyAin't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funnyRaise the risk, raise the profitAnd can't nobody stop itUnless your game's weakSo player, don't sleep[ VERSE 1 ]The streets crawl with ill niggas on the blockGoin hand in handLeanin in and out of sedansPumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a feeTheir dream is to re-up to a kiCops watch the influx of dopeThrough a telescopeSnitches in the gameGive the young g's names*****es on the jockOf the hustlers on the blockJump from gee to geeSimilar to a fleaSuck the blood out, or in this case the doughRoll with the blow till considered a hoeBabies are born and pawned off to grandmamaThe ***** ain't done, she still lives for the dramaLookin for another ballerTo hit and never call herAll in vainLife in the LaneA new crew of hookers on the track from up northVice cops, they watch em stroll back and forthThey take a pay-offOr a blow job just to lay offThe Lane's no jokeYo, you players stay brokeA ghetto garage makes a nice laboratoryPCP and crystal meth, wars of gloryEnd of story, gotta watch my back myselfOr else they'll find my body layin on a coroner shelfIt's the Lane[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 2 ]Gees take the game on the road to MinnesotaSupermarket's all sold out on baking sodaGangbangers start to understand the dope game fastKidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cashGotta represent, what you say you are, that's a starFeds got a homing device on your carThat made you easy to follow to Denver, ColoradoBirds you had, 12 now you got a lCrack babies born in the hospitals cryinDrive-by shootings can't end, kids are dyinThe cream is the ultimate goalGots to rollTill my cash flow's megaBaller not a beggar*****es workin plastic with the fake ID'sLife in the Lane, stackin up g'sChop shops taggin up Benzes and BeamersCrack spots boilin full kilos in beakersDamn, the game's quicker than shit, don't slipCause bet your life there'll be another hustler checkin yo gripIt's the Lane[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]Brother on parole need a quick lick to come upThe score went bad, now he's back stuck*****es settin niggas up jacked and waxedSmall-time workers movin weight in a g ride LacDon't talk on your cellular, your phone is tappedDon't check the rear view, there's no turnin backIt's the Lane, now you're in it, hit the gas and mashThrough the land of the hardcore hoes and cashJackers and robbers, hustlers and clockersEverybody'll squeal, take the l or the dealYo, spin the wheel, for the cops you're a mealTailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneelBut if you miss, my friend, guess what you winA one-way ticket to the federal state penIt's the Lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride RollsHigh-priced clothes, baddest *****in hoesAnything goes, there's no limit, just mashThe cops will be there when you crash[ CHORUS
