Ice T - The Lane Lyrics
[ chorus ]The fast lane, half heart, half moneyAint nobody smilin, aint nothin funnyRaise the risk, raise the profitAnd cant nobody stop itUnless your games weakSo baby, dont sleepThe fast lane, half heart, half moneyAint nobody smilin, aint nothin funnyRaise the risk, raise the profitAnd cant nobody stop itUnless your games weakSo player, dont 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 gs 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 ***** aint 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 lanes 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 theyll find my body layin on a coroner shelfIts the lane[ chorus ][ verse 2 ]Gees take the game on the road to minnesotaSupermarkets 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, thats 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 cant end, kids are dyinThe cream is the ultimate goalGots to rollTill my cash flows megaBaller not a beggar*****es workin plastic with the fake idsLife in the lane, stackin up gsChop shops taggin up benzes and beamersCrack spots boilin full kilos in beakersDamn, the games quicker than shit, dont slipCause bet your life therell be another hustler checkin yo gripIts the lane[ chorus ][ verse 3 ]Brother on parole need a quick lick to come upThe score went bad, now hes back stuck*****es settin niggas up jacked and waxedSmall-time workers movin weight in a g ride lacDont talk on your cellular, your phone is tappedDont check the rear view, theres no turnin backIts the lane, now youre in it, hit the gas and mashThrough the land of the hardcore hoes and cashJackers and robbers, hustlers and clockersEverybodyll squeal, take the l or the dealYo, spin the wheel, for the cops youre 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 penIts the lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride rollsHigh-priced clothes, baddest *****in hoesAnything goes, theres no limit, just mashThe cops will be there when you crash[ chorus ]
