Nas, Kool G Rap - Fast Life lyrics

[Nas, Kool G Rap - Fast Life lyrics]

The time has come, we gotta expand
The whole operation
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, LA
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
A team that's gettin' CREAM
With sales of fishscales from triple beams
I gleam, livin' the life of Riley
Packin' fifty cali's
Rockin' lizard Bally's while we do a
Drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos, just me and my dino primo
Pushin' Bimm-o's
Then parlay in Reno with two fly Latinos
Nas he runs the whole staff
We count math from steam baths
We've seen Half-a-Milli Jackson out there
On the Queens half
Three major playas gettin' papers
By the layers
And those that portray us on the
Block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets
Soon as the dark hit's
Front on the drug market
Bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us
Try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
That'll straight pop and put more shells
In your top than Adidas
The leaders lookin' straight charmin'
In our Giorgio Armani's
You wanna harm me and Nas?
You gots to come get through our whole army
The cee-lo rollers, money
Folders, sippin' Bolla, holdin' mad payola
Slangin' that Coke without the Cola
Me and black don't fake jacks
But we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our
Game, we do our thing, son

Livin' the fast life, with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from outta Queens
With the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme
To get the seven-figure cream
Livin' the fast life, with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from outta Queens
With the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme
To get the seven-figure cream

Yo, I got guns from Italy
Smoke trees considerably
Mid-state and Green, it seems
Is where all my niggas be
The ghetto misery shootouts and liquor stores
A perpendicular angle of the clout war
Police searchin' up my Lexo, but who's petro?
My TEC blow straight off the
Roof and tests yo' respect, though
But dough don't respect me
It got me handcuffed
The rough life, I just be up nights
Breathin' with scuffed Nike's
Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs
These years, I got they names in my swears
Poppin' Cristal like it's my first child
Lickin' shots Holiday style
Rockin' Steele sweaters, Wallabee down
Twenty-four carats
Countin' cabbage like the Arabs
The marriage of me and the
Mic is just like magic elegant performance
Bubble Lex full insurance
Guzzlin' Guinness, shootin'
Catchin' cases concurrent
It's Nas seven hundred wives
King Solomon size
We on the rise, me and G ghetto wise guys
The Luciano, Frankie Yale, Bugsy Siegel
Green papers with eagles from
A trade that's illegal

Brother, you've got to make it happen
Yeahhhahh yeahhh, get this money, yeahhh
Brother, you've got to make it happen
When you're livin' in the
Fast life, heyy, yeaaaah, yeah

A yo, our lifestyle's exquisite
Yayo like a blizzard esquire attire
Standin' on ground with one pivot
Two players rockin' silk blazers
And diamonds like glaciers
Lands with name-brand seats
Reclinin' like it's spacious
Bodies on ice, livin' trife
Rollin' fixed-up dice
Gamblin' Grants, handlin' stamps
Moves are sheist! My bankrolls got the cops
Comin' in plain clothes
Tryin' to arraign our gang 'cause of our fame
That's how the game goes (True)
Right out the slammer with
The fame and glamour
Cookin' up grams with Arm & Hammer
Supplyin' scramblers in Alabama
Rub out faces and leave no traces
My aces got mad body cases
Preserve spaces at the horse races
Servin' us Dom, Veuve Clicquot
Dimes look magnifico
Puttin' a cut inside perico heat for foes
Shoppin' sprees with my fleet for clothes
In Caribbean suites deep
Rippin' beats with flows a yo
We went from standin' on
Blocks without some socks sellin' rocks
To pickin' up stocks in
Boat docks with Glocks
And got poppy seed fields
With million dollar bills
Packin' all the blue steel
We keeps it real inside the battlefield
Yeah! So here's a toast to
The funds and things gun smokes in rings
Graveyards is buried with kings

Livin' the fast life, with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from outta Queens
With the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme
To get the seven-figure cream
Livin' the fast life, with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from outta Queens
With the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme
To get the seven-figure cream

Brother, I got to make it happen
Yeahhh, yes, to get this money, yo
You know I got to make it happen
Yeahhh, yes, to get this money, yo

Livin' in the fast life
I'm livin' in the fast life
Livin' in the fast life, oh yeah, ayy
Livin' in the fast life
Livin' in the fast life

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