chorus (George Clinton from Funkadelic's "Let's Take It to the People"):  "Everthing is fair when you're livin in the city"(8X)  Q-Tip:  Lookin at Miss Lane, it was the fast lane  Barely knows her name, struck by fame  She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends  Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make ends  Rollin down the block, checkin out the spots  She winks at the cops, always give her props  She knows she's the woman, can't nobody touch her  Hangs out for the loot, makes her papes from the gutter  Tried to make my moves on Miss Lane, she called me young boy  Told her not to dis me I just want to be your love toy  You young boy, my love toy, I doubt that very highly  Just because you rhyme don't mean I'll let you try me  Business oriented, egos never dented  Always sweet scented, if it's business, she meant it  Distractions never hurt, always did the work  Always was alert, she never got jerked   Queen of the feats, thrive to compete  Love the funky beats while she drive down the street  She was justified, couldn't get a job  Had to feed her family, so she had to play, then rob  Pullin out the ooh wop, listenin to doo-wop  You don't have to say a word  (gunshots)That's all ya heard  chorus(4X)  She's not a big kahuna, wish I met her sooner  Instead, I met her later, my love is much greater  Put me on her roster, to rid her of imposters  And to sell the buddah for the sexy drug ruler  Love is my motive, now I'm drug promotive  Plus I needed duckets to fill up my buckets  Supplied me with the squeezy to make my life easy  Now I'm missing action for this fatal attraction  But don't you let me catch you with your joint up in these bitches  And don't you even dare to plan a plot upon my riches  Cuz if you play me out, I think I'll let ya be  I'll be damned if I let a brotha try to gas me  I played my cards well, try to live swell  For the G, I would sell, cuz I was deep in hell  But then I really wasn't, she had a fly cousin  Who would give me booty on the side of my cutie  Elaine, she kinda new, that I would do the do  But she didn't tear, I did my work with care  That's all that really mattered, he money never splattered  As long as she was paid, she was in the shade  You can't really blame her for holdin on a flamer  Society taught her, but they didn't tame her  A ten clip salute, hunny heres a troop  She will never stop until she reach the top  Top, top...