E-40 - Fast Lane lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40] Living the life in the quick lane only the strongest survive These streets will 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, d**h in the air Better not be scared cause hyenas can smell fear There's not a lot of love but it's a whole lot of hate Beware of your surroundings they're starving they ain't ate The lick of fire awaits for those with no souls Hot like a stove, hotter than hot coals I'n not a knock, I'm the server, got hella clients waitin' f** the FDA; the food and drug administration That's the thought process of a soil soldier 6's on the Nova pistola, spinach and yola I'm talking realer dope money this hustler makin' And I don't cattin' and capin' and cupcakin' I go bad on a batch man, I ain't playin' Knock a broad without even lifting a handAin't even gotta touch her, mind games mayne Brain f** her, I ain't lyin' Never been a b**h-made motherf**er just a professional s**er-ducker I'm one n***a rich motherf**er, courthouses and diamond clusters f**s with hustlers, not no busters allowed around us No sap s**ers, snitches, b**hes, or punk cowards [Hook: E-40] Yeah, n***a having thangs Fancy cars and rings This hustler bout' his chains n***a really out here doin' it? (Doin it) Claimin' hella fame Everybody know my name I'm deep off in this game Whatever money that I get to (Whatcha livin?) In the fastlane (x8) [Verse 2: E-40] 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 gla** 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're 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 billing, k**ing em' with my independent grip Got rid of my digital scale and started making hits Flipping all kinds of whips, Benzes, Cutla**, and Lexus's Me and the clique of St. Charles, god was blessing us Successfulness, all praises due to Allah Jesus, Jahova, the most highest almighty god Reverend Thurman and Mother Thurman, I miss you much I know you up in heaven watching over us If I can 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 Said my voice was too squeaky and my style was a disgrace Now I'm hittin', they ain't laughin' all the way to the bank Making deposits and promoting my own track Backing with my nose in the air, like my sh** don't stank Came in the game blindfolded, stressin', guessin', walking the plank [Hook]