Lyrics

Hold back me, or Imma keep choping, this shit is real Man hungry again man, trying to figure out what I got like two dollars man Run down to store and buy me some bag of chips or something man Stomatch touching my back man, don't make no sense man I'm bouta get outa line and do something, to do something I'm living paycheck to paycheck, trying to pay the rent Crackers think I'm a slave forever, they got me bent I'm about to pull a move. Bout to rob when I'm blind Let me call my partner Z-Ro, and see what's on his mind Well, I'm going through a thang, K I really need to make some change, K I'm thinkin' 2-11, I'm feelin' strange, K No job, so there's no way for me to pay the bills If you with me then let's get paid, live lavish and chill You ain't saying nothing homie. I been waitin' for a lick Got a girl fine as hell, but I'm too broke to trick Last- last two months I've been thinking of a caper Come scoop your boy up and let's connive on some paper Put on- put on your seatbelt so the law's won't hate We taking a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bake cakes $9, 000 for a half, $18, 000 grand for a whole But I ain't bring no money with me just my black- The game goes on And it might not ever change (ever change) Too familiar with this pain (with this pain) Is it suicide living in the fast lane? (lane) The game goes on And it might not ever change (ever change) Too familiar with this pain (with this pain) Is it suicide living in the fast lane? (lane) Boy, this plan kinda real. Ro, I'm ready to ride But what's the deal with all these hard heads standing outside? This boy he got an army, and they all heat packers Two guns against twenty equals two dead jackers I know the odds are against us, therefore I planned ahead In the trunk is an A-K, H-K, A-R in the back of the car Plus- plus, it ain't no rush. We gone lay low 'Til his partners start to leaving, and he's drunk on the floor Yo, you know I heard that he a sucker for a screwing Let's set this fool up with Michelle, and let her do him Get his guard down then right before he rise We kick the door in and unleash heat surprise But it ain't his birthday. It's gone be his worst day K-Rino and Z-Ro, we both currency thirsty Phone- clone, call Michelle so we can get it together Man, I'm tired of being broke, bro, let's get this cheddar The game goes on And it might not ever change (ever change) Too familiar with this pain (with this pain) Is it suicide living in the fast lane? (lane) The game goes on And it might ne- never change (ever change) Too familiar with this pain (with this pain) Is it- is it suicide li- live- in lan- lane? (lane) You know what, Z-Ro, this move that we pulled was shife But I ain't never seen this kind of paper in my whole life Money all around me, can't get much greater Just stuff it in the bag man, we'll count it up later Yes, indeedy, guess you can say the needy got greedy But I was tired of hearing my children scream "Daddy, please feed me!" I got up, got out, and got something fast But I'm feeling funny 'bout the way we got this cash Man, don't sweat that. You 'bout to have the finer things 'Cause we got more money than Timmy Chan got wings Diamond rings and fancy things, and pockets full of change 'Cause the game goes on and, it ain't gon' never change The game goes on And it might not ever change (ever change) Too familiar with this pain (with this pain) Is it suicide living in the fast lane? (lane) The game goes on And it might never- never change (ever change) Too familiar with this pain (with this pain) Is it- is it suicide li- live- in lan- lane? (lane) The game goes on (big time, K-Rino once again) And it might ne- never change (ever change) Too familiar with this pain (with this pain) Is it- is it suicide li- live- in lan- lane? (lane) (doing this for my nigga screw rest in peace) The game goes on (ya' know what I'm saying) And it might not ever change (ever change) Too familiar with this pain (with this pain) Is it suicide living in the fast lane? (lane)
Writer(s): Wasalu Jaco, Daniel A. Johnson, Jonathan Keith Brown, Eric Scott Judy, Dustin William Brower, Dann Michael Gallucci, Isaac K. Brock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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