Scarface - Life in the Fast Lane lyrics

[Scarface] Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow Some people slang 'caine, thinkin the money'll flow But brothers g**n, robbin people for dough Get out the chain gang, or your freedom'll go Stand on the sidewalks, with a fistful of crack Watchin the guys talk, your boys watch your back This game is dangerous, you're livin in fear You 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 fiendin and dreamin you'll take his 20 and laugh Continue slangin, makin all you can make You hear a {*sirens*} that's the laws-gotta break Hop in the Beemer, and roll up the gla** 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 Beemer, and he's only 19 Yo let's hara** him, to see what he's got What started off as a game ended the lives of 2 cops Life in the fast lane Another hot spot, you screech to a halt Yo look what I've got, then reach for the wall They find the product, and the cops'll say OHHHHHHH~! They'll put your bu*t in the bump Roll to the station, yo captain wha**up? I caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock his bu*t up Straight to the jail cell, no 9 or a clip And the ones you triple-crossed'll want revenge so get hip Out in an hour, on your way to the pad A copper starts to trail you, now you're sweatin bad Turn on his flashers, you stop Tommy Tucker He stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a s**er Fell to the pavement, blood pourin on the cement There's witnesses standin by and you knew that he seen it Back on the run again, and the boys on your block Was blabbin all 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 Grabbin 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 2 ki's to Tony that was filled full of sheet rock Bumped off~! They ain't let him slide Now his family's tryin to figure out the reason he died ... But that's the name of the game Way he died was a shame, pushin 'caine ... ... Life in the fast lane 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 would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me Step out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe? I need a 20 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, dopefiends 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 B-12 to swell it I got lucky made it out of the game ... Life in the fast lane