Life in the Fast Lane (GB Version)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Scarface] Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow Some people sling 'caine thinking the money'll flow But brothers gangbang, robbing people for dough Get out the chain gang or your freedom'll go Stand on the sidewalks with the fistful of crack Watching the guys talk, your boys watch your back This game is dangerous, you're living in fear You pack a nine for insurance to give the geekers a scare He needs a twenty, sell him a ten and a half And he'll be fiending and dreaming, you'll take his twenty and laugh Continue slinging, making all you can make You hear a— that's the laws, gotta break Hop in the Beamer and roll up the glass You put your car in reverse to make your getaway fast Now they're suspicious, how could he be clean? He packs a beeper, drives a Beamer and he's only nineteen? Yo, let's harass him to see what he's got What started off as a game ended the lives of two cops Life in the fast lane [Verse 2: Scarface] Another hot spot, you screech to a halt Yo, look what I've got, then reach for the walls They find the product and all the cops'll say, "Oh" They put your butt in a vault Roll to the station, yo, captain, what's up? I caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock his butt up Straight to the jail cell, no nine or a clip And the ones you triple crossed'll want revenge so get hip Out in an hour, on the way to the pad A copper starts to trail you, now you're sweating bad Turned on his flashers, you stopped, Tommy Tucker He stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker Fell to the pavement, blood pourin' on the cement This witness was standing by and you knew that he'd seen it Back on the run again and the boys on your block Was blabbin' off to the cops about the people you shot Did you get nervous, well, why continue your route? When you know that normal folks don't chill with blood on their suits Took off his jacket, flung to the back Grabbed him a pull from the pack I gotta break, I get back Right to his rock spot before the brother got shot He tried to sell two kis to Tony that was filled full of sheetrock Bumped off, they ain't let him slide Now his family's tryna figure out the reason he died But that's the name of the game The way he died was a shame Pushing 'caine Life in the fast lane [Verse 3: Scarface] I remember fast times, sellin' dope was my pastime Life in the fast lane, while countin' cash I'd Sit back and wonder what would become of me The fiends'd see the beamer comin' and then they'd run to me Step out the vehicle, yo, what you need, Joe? I need a twenty and a nickel bag of weed, bro Make the sale, then I'd bail out Now it's time to get the hell out Every day was the same thing, dope fiends named me Big Crack Ak 'cause I sold 'caine mainly Out of the big, I had the biggest Rocks on the block, so check it out, yo, money, dig this It was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it No cuts, uh-uh, no B12 to swell it I got lucky, made it out of the game Life in the fast lane