"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.
[Black R]
Yeah baby it's time to pump the bottle, baby
[Benzino]
Yeah
[Black R]
Can you take to the re-rub off my shit?
[Benzino]
Yeah, Hangmen 3
[Benzino] (Black Rob)
All why y'all done it, all why y'all funny
Shit can get ugly
One man summit, always blunted,
Haters most wanted
I live it, why y'all flaunt it (Any questions)
Deep dish twenty
Why y'all too friendly
My shit trendy
You really want to know
Long time coming, long time hustling
It's all my money
House, cars it's all mine cousin
My life something, why y'all like fronting (Any questions)
Fuck that dump shit if my gun click all why y'all run quick
Why y'all just talking
Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparking
[Chorus: Black Rob (Benzino)]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
(If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't)
(Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint)
(We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC)
[Black Rob]
Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hiding
Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'?
The body mask wore eighty-fives, all solid
It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like its call-ed
I floss a lot black and get to Boston I'm hot
Acting like I won't bring the black Porsche off the lot
Then do the right thing, why y'all know Ray, why y'all know Jinx
I'm like the night wing with the iced out bright wing
Go ahead dog, sleeping I'm a steal ya plate
Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate
More ya ta none, beef, might borrow ya guns
I borrow ya funds, dog we'll spoil your fun
Eastside I lay at, I'm like whoa! when ya play that
I'm not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that
Bad Boy, Made Men's and high living
I'm outta here, streets, stay out of prison
[Chorus]
[Benzino]
Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches
The middle finger's up to all my critics
Flow so vicious, hate taking pictures
I ain't feeling niggas who fucking with the snitches
Hit you out the park like Manny, why y'all can't stand me
Won't see me at the Grammy's
My team stunning, the high beams are coming
Doors flying open, my team start thumping
Leave your boys crawling
Who got your back, call em'
Problems resolve them, there not that important
The last one standing, you the first one leaving
The first one bleeding, now who the one breathing?
Ninety-five south, don't ever try and follow
Fuck around, get hit by the hollow
Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys, Made Men live at the Apollo
[Chorus: x2]
Yeah baby it's time to pump the bottle, baby
[Benzino]
Yeah
[Black R]
Can you take to the re-rub off my shit?
[Benzino]
Yeah, Hangmen 3
[Benzino] (Black Rob)
All why y'all done it, all why y'all funny
Shit can get ugly
One man summit, always blunted,
Haters most wanted
I live it, why y'all flaunt it (Any questions)
Deep dish twenty
Why y'all too friendly
My shit trendy
You really want to know
Long time coming, long time hustling
It's all my money
House, cars it's all mine cousin
My life something, why y'all like fronting (Any questions)
Fuck that dump shit if my gun click all why y'all run quick
Why y'all just talking
Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparking
[Chorus: Black Rob (Benzino)]
If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit, to Chi-town, New Orleans, Texas and back down
(If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't)
(Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint)
(We do it from Cleveland to Oakland, down to LA, VA and back to NC)
[Black Rob]
Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hiding
Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'?
The body mask wore eighty-fives, all solid
It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like its call-ed
I floss a lot black and get to Boston I'm hot
Acting like I won't bring the black Porsche off the lot
Then do the right thing, why y'all know Ray, why y'all know Jinx
I'm like the night wing with the iced out bright wing
Go ahead dog, sleeping I'm a steal ya plate
Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate
More ya ta none, beef, might borrow ya guns
I borrow ya funds, dog we'll spoil your fun
Eastside I lay at, I'm like whoa! when ya play that
I'm not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that
Bad Boy, Made Men's and high living
I'm outta here, streets, stay out of prison
[Chorus]
[Benzino]
Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches
The middle finger's up to all my critics
Flow so vicious, hate taking pictures
I ain't feeling niggas who fucking with the snitches
Hit you out the park like Manny, why y'all can't stand me
Won't see me at the Grammy's
My team stunning, the high beams are coming
Doors flying open, my team start thumping
Leave your boys crawling
Who got your back, call em'
Problems resolve them, there not that important
The last one standing, you the first one leaving
The first one bleeding, now who the one breathing?
Ninety-five south, don't ever try and follow
Fuck around, get hit by the hollow
Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys, Made Men live at the Apollo
[Chorus: x2]
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