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The Lane Lyrics

from VI: Return Of The Real

"The Lane" is track #8 on the album VI: Return Of The Real. It was written by Tracy Lauren Marrow;steffon Johns;richard J. Ascencio.
"The Lane" is track #8 on the album VI: Return Of The Real. It was written by Tracy Lauren Marrow;steffon Johns;richard J. Ascencio.

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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

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 grand mama
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

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
(It's the lane)

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

Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota
Supermarket's all sold out on baking soda
Gang bangers 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 homin' 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

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
(It's the lane)

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

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

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

Songwriters
Tracy Lauren Marrow;Steffon Johns;Richard J. Ascencio

Published by
RUFF EDGE MUSIC;POLYGRAM INTERNATIONAL MUSIC PUBLISHING, B.V.

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