"The Lane"

[ CHORUS ]
The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So baby, don't sleep

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain't nobody smilin, ain't nothin funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak

So player, don't sleep

[ VERSE 1 ]
The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin hand in hand
Leanin in and out of sedans
Pumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to re-up to a ki
Cops watch the influx of dope
Through a telescope
Snitches in the game
Give the young g's names
Bitches on the jock
Of the hustlers on the block
Jump from gee to gee
Similar to a flea
Suck the blood out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives for the drama
Lookin for another baller
To hit and never call her
All in vain
Life in the Lane
A new crew of hookers on the track from up north
Vice cops, they watch em stroll back and forth
They take a pay-off
Or a blow job just to lay off
The Lane's no joke
Yo, you players stay broke
A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory
PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory
End of story, gotta watch my back myself
Or else they'll find my body layin on a coroner shelf

It's the Lane

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 2 ]
Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota
Supermarket's all sold out on baking soda
Gangbangers start to understand the dope game fast
Kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cash
Gotta represent, what you say you are, that's a star
Feds got a homing device on your car
That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
Birds you had, 12 now you got a l
Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin
Drive-by shootings can't end, kids are dyin
The cream is the ultimate goal
Gots to roll
Till my cash flow's mega
Baller not a beggar
Bitches workin plastic with the fake ID's
Life in the Lane, stackin up g's
Chop shops taggin up Benzes and Beamers
Crack spots boilin full kilos in beakers
Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't slip
Cause bet your life there'll be another hustler checkin yo grip

It's the Lane

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3 ]
Brother on parole need a quick lick to come up
The score went bad, now he's back stuck
Bitches settin niggas up jacked and waxed
Small-time workers movin weight in a g ride Lac
Don't talk on your cellular, your phone is tapped
Don't check the rear view, there's no turnin back
It's the Lane, now you're in it, hit the gas and mash
Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash
Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers
Everybody'll squeal, take the l or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel, for the cops you're a meal
Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel
But if you miss, my friend, guess what you win
A one-way ticket to the federal state pen
It's the Lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride Rolls
High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin hoes
Anything goes, there's no limit, just mash
The cops will be there when you crash

[ CHORUS ]

"They Want Me Back In"
(feat. Big Rich)

[Ice-T]
Yeah, Shit is going down again!
This motherfuckers want me back in! Fuck!
[Method Man: Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war!] [4x]
Get out the H-K!
Fuck!

Niggaz talking crazy cause they say
That I kill one-a-day motherfucker
Sucker ass busters, did he, did not,
I got more drama with the niggaz from the other side
Call my nigga Rich and he's right!

[Big Rich]
Fuck them niggaz I got a truck full of 38, some bullet shields
Ice, we can send this niggaz all to Hell
I never like them niggaz from the gat

Go use to braken my craps and fuck all the motherfuckin hoes!

[Ice-T]
Made another car-hit 30 Killers on the hip,
ready to rock, packin, eggin and Glocks
Man connections who trips the question
Niggaz on the way to play in a laser rain.

[Big Rich]
Nigga you got two strikes and I got two strikes
we can feudally no fuckin witness tonight
But if this is what they want is like Christmas to me
It's been a long time since the Big Rich caught a body

[Ice-T]
Fuck it, I Like the way you think my man
I pack 20 motherfuckers in a ??? van
We bash abd creeo about 12:30, dirty

Nigga be ready to roll, I know you heard me!

[Big Rich]
Nigga it's on, so don't trip I'm down
I got to saw ??? and I'm ready to claw
Bless the nigga in the Face kill his fuckin hoe,
Ice, you don't did this kind of shit with me before!

[Method Man: Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war!] [8x]
They want me back in!
niggaz want me back in!
They want me back in!
Damn!

[Ice-T]
niggaz wanne ill, but my nigga get iller,
streets full of hardcore stone-face Killers,
one Love my nigga Big Rich puff

I don't get high, I wanne see some niggaz die!

[Big Rich]
Yo, some niggaz hit the corner with the lights of Ice,
that shit don't look nuthin nice,
but if this niggaz wanne rollin my Hood,
Yo then fuck it, brake out the whole World, boys fuckin buck it.

[Ice-T]
Niggaz pulled out my crew is ready
Me turn the fire rock the punks steady
when they shoot and stop car look like confetti

Went my ass home jump back in the bed G

[Big Rich]
Fuck why they wanna fuck with us
When they know my posse is crazy and they down to bust
Big Rich take no shit from these busta ass tricks
Check your punk ass nigga like check a bitch

[Ice-T]
I got no love for no nigga flippin, trippin on my fam
Got damn, I make L.A. hot as Vietnam
but ill niggaz should be left alone,
please excuse me, while I rest my dome!

[Method Man: Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war!] [8x]
They want me back in
niggaz want me back in
They want me back in
Why......niggaz want me back in?

"Where the Shit Goes Down"

Ice-T, nigga
Representin
Strictly Westside, nigga
South Central in the muthafuckin hiddouse
Check the technique, nigga
Representin for my real niggas out there
Fuck all you buster-ass niggas
Word

[ VERSE 1 ]
Saturday night in L.A., time to play
My peoples hummin like a vibrator, gotta make crime pay
I'm packin two gats and I wish I could carry more
Might sound crazy, but I ran out of slugs before
Yeah, I know the feds watch me
But my vest clashes hard with the Versace
So I'm just rollin in the black five hun'
I used to lowride, now it's just for fun
I had 5 cars, but now I got one
Hard to keep up ballin when you're on the run
I got two ki's in my trunk and a shovel
Stepped on the one, so now I gots double
The shovel's for drama, need I say more?
Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor
That's for the other strap, the automatic type
I gotta keep it close in case shit gets hype
Got a bitch in jail, she didn't snitch, she did three
I'ma have to roll solo till they set her free
Cause I got some other crimeys down, true gees
But they got all day, so now it's just me
And I'ma kick this slang until the day I die
I can't go straight, I won't even try
I'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why