Life in the Fast Lane (GB Version)

[Verse 1: Scarface]
Life in the fast lane, no time for the slow
Some people sling 'caine thinking the money'll flow
But brothers gangbang, robbing people for dough
Get out the chain gang or your freedom'll go
Stand on the sidewalks with the fistful of crack
Watching the guys talk, your boys watch your back
This game is dangerous, you're living in fear
You pack a nine for insurance to give the geekers a scare
He needs a twenty, sell him a ten and a half
And he'll be fiending and dreaming, you'll take his twenty and laugh
Continue slinging, making all you can make
You hear a— that's the laws, gotta break
Hop in the Beamer and roll up the glass
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 Beamer and he's only nineteen?
Yo, let's harass him to see what he's got
What started off as a game ended the lives of two cops
Life in the fast lane

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Another hot spot, you screech to a halt
Yo, look what I've got, then reach for the walls
They find the product and all the cops'll say, "Oh"
They put your butt in a vault
Roll to the station, yo, captain, what's up?
I caught this brother on the cut, we gotta lock his butt up
Straight to the jail cell, no nine or a clip
And the ones you triple crossed'll want revenge so get hip
Out in an hour, on the way to the pad
A copper starts to trail you, now you're sweating bad
Turned on his flashers, you stopped, Tommy Tucker
He stuck his head in the window so you shot him like a sucker
Fell to the pavement, blood pourin' on the cement
This witness was standing by and you knew that he'd seen it
Back on the run again and the boys on your block
Was blabbin' off 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
Grabbed him 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 two kis to Tony that was filled full of sheetrock
Bumped off, they ain't let him slide
Now his family's tryna figure out the reason he died
But that's the name of the game
The way he died was a shame
Pushing 'caine
Life in the fast lane

[Verse 3: Scarface]
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'd see the beamer comin' and then they'd run to me
Step out the vehicle, yo, what you need, Joe?
I need a twenty 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, dope fiends 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 B12 to swell it
I got lucky, made it out of the game
Life in the fast lane