Fast Lane Lyrics by E-40

E-40 Lyrics

Fast Lane Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
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 a lot 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
F*ck 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 f*cking, I ain't ly-ain
Never been a bitch made motherf*cker just a professional sucka ducka
I'm one niggerish motherf*cker courthouses and diamond clusters
F*cks with hustlas, not no busters aloud around us
No sab suckers, snitches bitches some punk cowards, uh

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:]
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 communion, but go get a glass of wine
Listen to me preach my rhyme, sit back and recline
I'm too real to be unreal too truthful to be fake
Daddy and mommy went 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 billin', 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


In The Fast Lane
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