Chorus (george clinton from funkadelic’s let’s take it to the people):Everthing is fair when you’re livin in the city(8x)Q-tip:Lookin at miss lane, it was the fast laneBarely knows her name, struck by fameShe just got a benz, she rides with her friendsGotta keep her beeper in her purse to make endsRollin down the block, checkin out the spotsShe winks at the cops, always give her propsShe knows she’s the woman, can’t nobody touch herHangs out for the loot, makes her papes from the gutterTried to make my moves on miss lane, she called me young boyTold her not to dis me I just want to be your love toyYou young boy, my love toy, I doubt that very highlyJust because you rhyme don’t mean I’ll let you try meBusiness oriented, egos never dentedAlways sweet scented, if it’s business, she meant itDistractions never hurt, always did the workAlways was alert, she never got jerkedQueen of the feats, thrive to competeLove the funky beats while she drive down the streetShe was justified, couldn’t get a jobHad to feed her family, so she had to play, then robPullin out the ooh wop, listenin to doo-wopYou don’t have to say a word(gunshots)that’s all ya heardChorus(4x)She’s not a big kahuna, wish I met her soonerInstead, I met her later, my love is much greaterPut me on her roster, to rid her of impostersAnd to sell the buddah for the sexy drug rulerLove is my motive, now I’m drug promotivePlus I needed duckets to fill up my bucketsSupplied me with the squeezy to make my life easyNow I’m missing action for this fatal attractionBut don’t you let me catch you with your joint up in these bitchesAnd don’t you even dare to plan a plot upon my richesCuz if you play me out, I think I’ll let ya beI’ll be damned if I let a brotha try to gas meI played my cards well, try to live swellFor the g, I would sell, cuz I was deep in hellBut then I really wasn’t, she had a fly cousinWho would give me booty on the side of my cutieElaine, she kinda new, that I would do the doBut she didn’t tear, I did my work with careThat’s all that really mattered, he money never splatteredAs long as she was paid, she was in the shadeYou can’t really blame her for holdin on a flamerSociety taught her, but they didn’t tame herA ten clip salute, hunny heres a troopShe will never stop until she reach the topTop, top…