[ CHORUS ]  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    [ CHORUS ]    [ VERSE 2 ]  Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota  Supermarket's all sold out on baking soda  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    [ CHORUS ]    [ 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    [ CHORUS ]