"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (when it's on that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (that's your motherfuckin' clique, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (you a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
Niggas wanna shine like me (me)
Rhyme like me (me)
But they don't walk around with a .9 like me (me)
They don't want to do it three to nine like me
And they ain't strong enough to take nine like me
Ayo, you thinkin' 'bout shittin' on 50, save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David's
I teach niggas sign language, that ain't deaf, son
You heard that? That mean run
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stunt on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin' cocktail at ya car
From the last shootout I got a dimple on my face
It's nothin', I can go after Mase fan base (haha)
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth, spit it out
I don't smile a lot 'cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war and I ain't never left the city
Hoes be like, "Fiddy, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P. Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn (uh-huh)
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
Mama said everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk to him I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy 'cause I don't fear man
'Cause I fear when I kill a man God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan?
I been could've killed these niggas, I'm still waitin'
In the telly with two whores, Benz with two doors
Thirty-two karats in the cross, no flaws (woo)
You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns
I carry the Glock, Tony carry my M-1
Hold me down, nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me (yeah)
D's waitin' for my response to lock me (yeah)
This is my hustle, nigga, don't knock me
You need some shit with a banana clip to try and stop me
I'm the one
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
Good die young, I ain't eligible for that
I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stay in some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From three-point range with a Glock, I shoot better then Kobe (yeah)
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin' in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a .38, it's special y'all
A country boy tell ya, "I'm finna blow"
I'm more like a pimp than a trick, you know
You see I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hoes
Niggas broke in the hood worryin' 'bout mines
Grown ass men wearin' starter kit shines
Know them little pieces with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phone
When the gossipin' start I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit, dog, won't you stop it?
Shorty, I been watchin' you watchin' me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me? Haha
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
Uhn-uhn, uhn-uhn, not like me
Uhn-uhn, uhn-uhn
We ain't got nothin' in common
Uhn-uhn, uhn-uhn, you not like me
Uhn-uhn, uhn-uhn
Uhn-uhn, uhn-uhn, you not like me
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (that's your motherfuckin' clique, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (you a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
Niggas wanna shine like me (me)
Rhyme like me (me)
But they don't walk around with a .9 like me (me)
They don't want to do it three to nine like me
And they ain't strong enough to take nine like me
Ayo, you thinkin' 'bout shittin' on 50, save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David's
I teach niggas sign language, that ain't deaf, son
You heard that? That mean run
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stunt on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin' cocktail at ya car
From the last shootout I got a dimple on my face
It's nothin', I can go after Mase fan base (haha)
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth, spit it out
I don't smile a lot 'cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war and I ain't never left the city
Hoes be like, "Fiddy, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P. Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn (uh-huh)
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
Mama said everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk to him I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy 'cause I don't fear man
'Cause I fear when I kill a man God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan?
I been could've killed these niggas, I'm still waitin'
In the telly with two whores, Benz with two doors
Thirty-two karats in the cross, no flaws (woo)
You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns
I carry the Glock, Tony carry my M-1
Hold me down, nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me (yeah)
D's waitin' for my response to lock me (yeah)
This is my hustle, nigga, don't knock me
You need some shit with a banana clip to try and stop me
I'm the one
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
Good die young, I ain't eligible for that
I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stay in some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From three-point range with a Glock, I shoot better then Kobe (yeah)
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin' in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a .38, it's special y'all
A country boy tell ya, "I'm finna blow"
I'm more like a pimp than a trick, you know
You see I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hoes
Niggas broke in the hood worryin' 'bout mines
Grown ass men wearin' starter kit shines
Know them little pieces with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phone
When the gossipin' start I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit, dog, won't you stop it?
Shorty, I been watchin' you watchin' me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me? Haha
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot and you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
Uhn-uhn, uhn-uhn, not like me
Uhn-uhn, uhn-uhn
We ain't got nothin' in common
Uhn-uhn, uhn-uhn, you not like me
Uhn-uhn, uhn-uhn
Uhn-uhn, uhn-uhn, you not like me
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