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letra de the fastlane - ran reed

[intro: ran reed]

yo [?]
dedication to my n-gg-s
i’m sayin’ money getters
real match fell victim
fbi was on the creek
and we gon’ set it off
know what i’m sayin’
friends to the ends, son
east coast represent
i’m out here doin’ my thing
i’ma represent you right son

[verse 1: ran reed]

i got my back against the wall ’cause i’m broken, i’m busted
fired from my job ’cause they said i can’t be trusted
disgusted, at the way life is treatin’ me
everytime i turn around the system keeps on beatin’ me
eatin’ me like lung cancer
momma used to tell me doin’ dirt ain’t the answer
but i couldn’t tell though ’cause my n-gg- jasper
same age as me, was a money makin’ master
looked [?] where his father now, the loot is comin’ faster
fine across the millers, a-yo kid that’s a disaster
n-gg-s do the time so they never did the flex
[?] and that night they got the s-x
nuttin’ but the baddest
they gets money hungry chicks on they d-cks
why son? they were sellin’ bricks
father and son put an order down
meanwhile big brother travis servin’ 2 up in bordentown
his time is nearly up and soon the millers would unite again
and make the situation right again
i dedicate this to my n-gg-s in the pen
’cause they always have my back through the thick and the thin

[hook: ran reed]

yo, god bless my n-gg-s that got caught in the fast lane
players of the fast game, miller is they last name
they knew the time and for that i respect them
no matter where they go, may the mighty lord protect them

god bless my n-gg-s that got caught in the fast lane
players of the fast game, miller is they last name
they knew the time and for that i respect them
no matter where they go, may the mighty lord protect them

[verse 2: ran reed]

’92 was the year (now who that n-gg- in the red z yo?)
that’s my n-gg- j-ss from the ec
daddy on the carwash with the laundry man around the corner
24 hour service, wash when you wanna
plus a restaurant, they eat and relax
while your car was bein’ waxed, real motherf-ckin’ match
put the [?] on your backs if they had to
and to live the life they live, you be glad to
that’s if your house made out of stone
’cause n-gg-s kept it real to the bone
take your chances even when their names got known
money came first, consequences came later in the third verse
money was no object, pimpin’ was the subject
puttin’ hoes in line was they job and they loved it
makin’ tricks, put sleepin’ pills in drinks
robbin’ n-gg-s for they watches, credit cards and minks
livin’ life to the fullest extent
number one rule was never get bent and always pay rent
a-yo i’m dedicatin’ this to my n-gg-s in the pen
’cause they always have my back through the thick and the thin

[hook: ran reed]

[verse 3: ran reed]

now my man travis home and the crew’s complete
snake daddy runnin’ things and he rules the streets
bless the son with the gray zx, a four seater
plus a fly crib, now things is lookin’ sweeter
sons and pop livin’ life on top
and the way things is lookin’, yo they couldn’t be stopped
f-ck a cop ’cause paterson cops had no evidence
lookin’ in they residence
but still couldn’t find no dead presidents
so they had to call offense
my n-gg- slipped up and they didn’t use they heads
they first mistake caused them, the feds double crossed them
locked in the federal pen is where they tossed them
my man j-ss miller caught 6 and 4 d-cks
his father and his brother caught 11 years, brought me to tears
i always told ’em if i ever get a inch of fame
i’ma represent your name and yo we’re still the same
i’m givin’ love to my n-gg-s in the pen
’cause they always have my back through the thick and the thin

[hook: ran reed]

- ran reed

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