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Al Pacino - Fast Life Lyrics

[Intro: Tony Montana]
The time has come, we gotta expand. The whole operation. Distribution. New York to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
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 dashin' out there on the Queens half
Three major playas gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon as the dark hits
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

[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of 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 out of Queens with the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream
[Verse 2: Nas]
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 their names in my swears
Poppin' Cristal like it's my first child, lickin' shots Holliday style
Rockin' Steele sweaters, Wallabee down
24 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 — 700 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

[Bridge]
Brother, you've got to make it happen
Yay yeah! Get this money, yay
Brother, you've got to make it happen
When you're livin' in the fast life, heyy yeah, yeah yay
[Verse 3: Kool G Rap & Nas]
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
Tryna 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
Ayo, we went from standin' on blocks without some socks
Sellin' rocks, to pickin' up stocks in boat docks with Glocks
I 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

[Chorus: Kool G Rap]
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of 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 out of Queens with the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream
[Bridge]
Brother, I got to make it happen
Yes, to get this money, yo
You know I got to make it happen
Yes, to get this money, yo

[Outro]
Livin' in the fast life
I'm livin' in the fast life
Livin' in the fast life, oh yeah, ay
Livin' in the fast life
Livin' in the fast life