E-40 - Fast Lane

Verse 1:] Uh Living the life in the quick lane only the strong will survive These streets'll swallow you up mayne, and eat you alive Can't be no poodle run tuck your tail and hide They'll spaghetti your noodle mayne element of surprise It's going around mayne, death in the air Bet not be scared cause hyenas can smell fear It's not alot of love but it's a whole lot of hate Beware of your surroundings they starving they ain't cool The liquefier awaits for those with no souls Hot like a stove, hotter than hot clothes Not the knock I'm the server got hella clients waiting Fuck the FDA the Food and Drug Administration That's the thought processer of soil soldier 6's on the note and postholer, spinach and yola I'm talking realer dope money this hustla making And I don't be cattin' and cappin' and cupcakin' I go bad on a batch mayne I ain't playing Knock a broad without even lifting a hand Ain't even gotta touch her, mind games mayne Brain fucking, I ain't ly-ain Never been a bitch made motherfucker just a professional sucka looker I'm one nigga rich motherfucker courthouses and diamond clusters Fucks with hustlas, not no busters aloud around us No sab suckers, snitches bitches some punk cowards, uh [Hook:] Yeah nigga having thangs (having thangs) Fancy cars and rangs This hustla bout his change Nigga really out here doing it? (Doing it) Claming hella fame (hella fame) Errbody know my name (they know my name) I'm deep off in this game Wherever money and I get to it (what'chu living?) In the fast lane [x8] [Verse 2:] Uh Looking up with greenbacks on your mind is a good sign My name ringing like a high school bell, like a church chime This ain't chameleon, but go get a glass of wine Listen to me preach my rhyme, sit back and recline I'm too real to be unreal to truthful to be fake Daddy and mommy when they separate ways when I was eight But it made me great, more stronger and God willing A few years later, I'm worth a few million Top billion, killin em with my independent grip Got rid of my digital scale and started making hits Flipping all kind of whips visits cutlass and Lexus's Me and the Clickers St. Charles, God was blessing us Successfulness, all praises due to Allah Jesus Jehovah the most highest almighty God Reverend Therman them other Therman I miss you much I know you up in heaven watching over us Get back and help people that's what they taught me to do Can't save the world but I can help save a few People talk behind my back laugh and smiled all in my face Saying my voice was too squeaky and my style was a disgrace Now I'm hitting they ain't laughing all the way to the bank Making deposits and promoting my own drank Backing with my nose in the air, like my shit don't stank Came in the game blindfolded stressing guessing walking the plank, uh