Conejo - Life In The Fast Lane 2 lyrics

[Intro] Parte Dos And That's Because The sh** Don't Stop Homeboy It's An Aggravated Assault C-Mack 11 I'm Going Berserk [Verse 1] Fool I Don't Go To Meetings With Out The Hammer So Fools Need To Check Their f**en Manners Cause Their Life Is On The Line Messing With This Jackal When The Doe Get Slow Guaranteed To Jack You Yeah Dog This For The 213 The Area Code That Gave Birth To A G So Catch Me In The Hood In Your CD Player Ese Bagging Up Work Put It On The Conveyor True Story My 9 Goes Bang And It Make Me Immortal When They Come Through The Portal I'm Necessary I'm Pure And Uncut The # 1 Gangster Homie Strolling In Chucks It Sound Crazy But Walk With Me I Could Take You On A Trip Like Its LSD Guaranteed You Can't f** With Me Cause You Got To Be Connected And Control Is The Key [Hook] Life In The Fast Lane You Playing With Fire Ese I'm A Bring It To You Muthaf**en Supplier Get You Higher I'm A Criminal Figure And All You Need To Know I'm From The West And A k**er In The Fast Lane Everything Is Dead Ese With The Fallen Angels We Was Interbred Now We Here Like An Evil Spirit I've Implanted In Your Mind A Demonic Image [Verse 2] Homie This Ghetto Music Is Built To Destroy A Poisonous Product Is The sh** I Deploy We In Here With The A To The K Stop Fronting Muthaf**ers Cause I'll Bury You Lames Ain't No Way You'll Make A Move Against Me I Strike So Fast You'll Be The Thing Of The Past I'm At The Crossroads The Usual Suspect I Protect What I've Earned And Them Bullets Will Burn Right Or Wrong I Do What I Feel Cause I'm Living This sh** And This sh** Is Real Ese License To k** When Its Over The Money The World So Cold Ain't A Damn Thing Funny Get A Dose Of This Get Your Pistol Ready You Should Be Concerned Cause Its Getting Heavy Already I'm A About To Empty Ese 30 On Your Face Brain Chunk Confetti [Hook] Life In The Fast Lane You Playing With Fire Ese I'm A Bring It To You Muthaf**en Supplier Get You Higher I'm A Criminal Figure And All You Need To Know I'm From The West And A k**er In The Fast Lane Everything Is Dead Ese With The Fallen Angels We Was Interbred Now We Here Like An Evil Spirit I've Implanted In Your Mind A Demonic Image [Verse 3] You Roll Through My Hood Like The President In A f**en Motorcade J.F.K'd Your Head You Dead And My Posse Deep I Got Snipers On The Roof That Put Your Ass To Sleep We Parasites The Indictment Read My New sh** Leak And Multiply In A Week Its Looking Bleak Cause My Style Unique And All You Wack Ass Producers Trying To Shoot Me A Beat I Don't Trust Em With Their Sorry Ass Lines They Ain't Got No Wind To Contain These Rhymes So If It Ain't Dope Don't Waste My Time But If Its Sick Like That I'm A Go For Mine I Make Em Mad They Can't Rock Like This I Been Going Hard Since 96 So You Know What You Coming Across All You Young Muthaf**ers Best Beware Of The Boss