Geto Boys - Life in the Fast Lane (OG) lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Akshen] Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow When [?] slang 'caine, the money will flow The brothers gang bang, robbing people for dough Yo that's the name of the game and here's how it goes I'm on the sidewalks, with the fist full of crack Watching the guys talk, ayo, watch my back This game is dangerous, I'm living in fear I pack a .9 for insurance to give the geekers a scare He needs a 20, sell him a 10 and a half And he'll be fiending and dreaming, I'll take his 20 and laugh Continue slanging, making all I can make I hear a (police siren), that's the laws, gotta break Hop in my Beamer, and roll up the gla** I put my car in reverse to make my 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 hara** him, to see what he's got What started off as a game, ended the life's of two cops Life in the fast lane [Verse 2: DJ Akshen] Another hot spot, I screech to a halt Yo, look what I've got, then reach for the [?] Pull out the product and all the fiend will says "Ohhh" Then put my bank in a vault Roll out to Malcolm, yo, money, what's up? Me and Ozene know what I mean, gave me some [?] cuts Straight to the pocket, with the .9 on my hip And John said "Yo, watch your back" Popped in the clip, said I'm hip Back to the Beamer, on my way to the pad A copper starts to trail me, now I'm sweating bad Turned on his flashers, I stopped like a s**er He stuck his head in the window so I shot the motherf**er Fell to the pavement, blood pouring on the cement This witness was standing by and I knew that he'd seen it Rolled down the window and pulled off fast I knew he'd tell but I don't play and I popped a cap in his a** Got kind of nervous, still I continued my route Looked at the sleeve on my jumper and I had blood on my suit Took off the jacket, slung to the back Grabbed me a port from the pack, John rang my phone and said "Ak "I need a favor" "Yo, man what you need?" "Pick up my ki from the Colombians and pump 'till they bleed "Pump 'till they bleed" "Well, why's that, my man?" "Sold me a pack wrapped like a ki but it was [?] full of sand "What's their location?" "On Northern, the heights "Gigantic two story mansion with lots of statues and lights" Ran to the Surpluss, bought an AK and some hand grenades Some shells for my Uzi and a sawed off that my man had made Yo, that's the name of the game Life in the fast lane [Verse 3: DJ Akshen] I remember fast times, selling dope was my past time Life in the fast lane, while counting cash I'd Sit back and wonder, what will become of me? The fiends will see the Beamer coming and then they run to me Hop out the vehicle "Yo, what you need, yo?" I need a 20 and a nickle bag of weed bro Make the sale then I bail out Now it's time to get the hell out Everyday was the same thing, crack friends named me Big Crack Ak because 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 B-12 to swell it Yeah, I made it, out of the game Life in the fast lane