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Kool G Rap - Fast Life ft. Nas (prod. by Drik-C) [Remix]
extract from the album "4,5,6", by "Kool G Rap",
released in 1995.

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Transcription
00:00 Le moment est venu. New York, nous devons nous expander. Chicago, L.A.
00:05 L'ensemble de l'opération, nous devons mettre notre propre marque et l'enforcer.
00:09 Champagne, wishes and caviar dreams. A team that's getting cream.
00:12 We're sales and fiscal for triple B's. I claim. Living the life of rally.
00:16 Packing 50 cali. Rocking Lizard Valley. Why we do a drug deal in a dark alley?
00:20 Up in casinos, just me and my Dino. Mimo pushing Vimos in Palo Arino with two solid Tinos.
00:24 Nazi runs the whole staff. We count mass. We're seen fast. We've seen half a million.
00:28 Jackson out there on the Queens half. Three major players getting papers by the layers.
00:31 And those that portray us on the block, they rock like Amadeus. Fakers can use the shoot targets.
00:36 Soon as the dark hits, front on the drug market. Barneys get rolled up in the carpet.
00:39 Those that cheat us try to beat us. We got hookers, but heaters.
00:41 That'll straight pop and put more shows in your top than Adidas.
00:44 The leaders looking straight to me and our Giorgio Armani's.
00:46 You want a homie in us? You got to come get to our home army.
00:49 The Sheila Rollers, Money Followers, surfing for the holy man, Paola.
00:52 Slinging a coke without the cola. Me and Black don't fake chats, but we might sling one.
00:56 It ain't no shame in our king. We do our thing, son.
00:59 Living a fast life for fast costs. Everywhere we go, people know who we are.
01:03 A team from Madaguiz with the American dream. So we're plotting up a scheme to get the 7 figure green.
01:08 Living a fast life for fast costs. Everywhere we go, people know who we are.
01:13 A team from Madaguiz with the American dream. So we're plotting up a scheme to get the 7 figure green.
01:18 Yo, I got guns from Italy. Smoked trees considerably.
01:21 Mid-state and green, it seems. Cause where all my niggas be?
01:24 The ghetto misery. Shootouts and liquor stores.
01:26 A perpendicular angle of the clout war. Police searching up my Lexo, but who's Petro?
01:31 My tech blow straight off the roof to test your respecto. But don't all respect me.
01:35 It got me handcuffed to rough life. I just be up nights. Reaving with scuffed nights.
01:39 Pour my beers, pour my peoples under the stairs. These years, I got they names in my swears.
01:43 Popping Cristal like it's my first child. Liquor shot, holiday style.
01:46 Rocking steel sweaters while I be down. 24 carats, counting cabbage like the Arabs.
01:51 The marriage of me and the Micah's just like magic. Elegant performance.
01:54 Bubble X full insurance. Guzzling Guinness. Shooting, catching cases concurrent.
01:58 His knives, 700 wise. King Solomon size. We on the rise. Me and G, ghetto wise guys.
02:03 The Luciano, Frankie, Ayo, Buxy, Seagull. Three papers with eagles from a trade that's illegal.
02:08 You got to make it happen. Yeah. Get this money made.
02:18 Living a vast life with vast costs. Everywhere we go, people know who we are.
02:22 A team from out of Queens with the American dream. So we're plotting up a scheme to get the seven figure cream.
02:28 Ayo, our lifestyle's exquisite. Yayo like a blizzard. Esquire tire standing on ground with one pivot.
02:33 Two players rocking silk blazers. The diamonds like glaciers.
02:35 Lans with name brand seats. Reclining like the Spaces.
02:38 Buddy tonight. Living trite. Rolling fixed up dice.
02:40 Gambling grand. Handling stamped moves and shite.
02:43 My bank rolls. Got the cops coming in plain clothes.
02:45 Try to renegade cause of our fame. That's how the game goes.
02:48 Right out the slammer with the fame of glamour. Cooking up rams with all my hammers.
02:51 The prime scramblers in Alabama. Rub our faces and leave no traces.
02:54 My aces got mad body cases. Preserve spaces at the horse races.
02:58 Serving as guard vivo quico. Dives with Manifico.
03:01 Putting it cut in San Perico.
03:03 Heat from folds. Chalice breeze with my fleet for clothes.
03:05 The Caribbean sweets deep. Ripping beats with flow.
03:07 Ayo, we went from standing on blocks with nice socks.
03:10 Selling rocks to picking up stock at bulk docks with locks.
03:12 They got poppy seed fields with million dollar deals.
03:15 Packing on the blue steel. We keep some real inside the battlefield.
03:17 Yeah, so here's a toast to the funds and things.
03:20 Guns, smokes and rings. Graveyards that's barely with kings.
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