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Testo the lane - t ice

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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
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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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