Life in the Fast Lane lyrics

by

Master P


(Master P)
Yo fool, reach me another clip, you know what i'm sayin'?
These n*ggas been talking hella sh*t in 91 (here you go fool)
Yeah, but check this out
It's 1992 and the real untouchables is back in this motherf*cker
With a whole new stupid sick as posse, ready to get paid
Check it out, I am going to introduce you to my motherf*cking posse, you know
What i'm saying?
Markest Banks in the motherf*cking house
Daniel Fry in the motherf*cking house
Chilee Powdah in the motherf*cking house
DJ Ambush in the motherf*cking house
C-Murder in the motherf*cking house
Master P in the motherf*cking house
And check this out, you know what i'm saying though?
We bout to get stupid though
C-Murder bout to go and bust a freestyle and let you n*ggas know what's
Happening out here
Go tell them what's up C-Murder...

(C-Murder)
My life is moving fast, but i'm taking it slow
And i'm watching my back everywhere I go
Cause n*ggas getting mad for the sh*t that I own
From my gold to my money to my cellular phone
A fool thought he robbed me, thought he got away clean
'Til he turned around, I put some holes in his jeans
Then he lost his balance and fell straight to his knees
Threw his hands in the air and started begging me please(pleeeaassee)
Don't shoot me C, I got some kids at home
I said, "f*ck it," and put a hole in his dome
Because the way the world is, you can't be faking the funk
You say one word and homies popping they trunk
But do you think this sh*t is over? Well, it just begun
You know I don't take sh*t and I do not run
Because if a n*gga f*ck with me, then he needs to be robbed
Jackin' motherf*ckers is my only job
I take your money, your shoes, and you brand new jeep
And if you see my face, then I put you to sleep
I just take advice of what my brother say (Master P: "Remember this...")
"Always watch your back and never ever play."
Don't leave your piece, because you would not win
My nine millimeter is my best friend
(Master P)
Yeah haha

(C-Murder)
Because this is the fast life b*tch, and I will bust your ass
Strip you clean, and leave you dead in the grass
I'm C-Murder, b*tch and I come in hard
With my gat, I am sending more n*ggas to the morgue

(Master P)
Sending n*ggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending n*ggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending n*ggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending n*ggas to the morgue...
The real untouchables, yeah, ha
The real untouchables, yeah
The real untouchables, yeah
And check it out, this for 92
C-Murder's sending n*ggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending n*ggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending n*ggas to the morgue...
C-Murder's sending n*ggas to the morgue
Richmond, Cali's in the motherf*cking house
Houston, Texas in the motherf*cking house
New Orleans in the motherf*cking house
Yeah, ha
Check it out, check it out
C-Murder, C-Murder
C-Murder you got any last words before we go and get up out this motherf*cker?
(C-Murder)
Yeah, if n*ggas talk sh*t, I am going to commit a homicide
b*tch, punk ass motherf*ckers

(Master P)
We out this motherf*cker
Like the last n*gga that f*ck with us last year
Especially these b*tches, haha
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