Let's Toast

I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all

'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby

Brooklyn!

Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes

Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow

To all the killas and the hustlas, some seem some low

What the deal daddy, it's all good, get that dough

'Cause a y'all, I praise clothes, jewels and cars

Paid dues, been schooled but can't remove the scars

Boxed in, it's my life now, part of the game

On the streets with the hustlas who hustle the same

Some of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs

All the wheelchair victims and the one's with the cains

I'm numb to the pain, it's realness that runs through the vein

Becomin sane, so many throwin slumb in the game

So let us toast to the ones in memory of

All the ??? jams we remember we love

We remember we thugs, ???, Crips and Bloods

Latin Kings, Five Percenters, thieves and pimps because

Whatever makes the world go 'round, we down

And we'll react as this world go 'round, we lounge

So raise your cups to the real dogs that raised the pups

And all the young chicks finally at that age to fuck

The razor cuts, gun wounds that laid us up

From the beef and all the streetsweaps that made us rough

Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust

So I toast to the east coast, the stage is us

Throw it up for the niggas that could, hold it up

Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up

The streets need it, it's gangsta when the beats get pleaded

Sleep, eat and breath it, it's the life, love it or leave it

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To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings

Rich niggas sittin on mils with ice in their rings

To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast

Show love, who could take paper the most

So from the streets where the hustlin brought us to life

From the beef and all the scufflin that tought us to fight

The poisinous bikes, police gun wars in the night

The whores in the night, fiends up four in the night

Gave us new style, but some just became too foul

Now it's two-thou', year two-thou'

So I toast to the live that know they broke

Cookin bag they own work and know they coke

Roll they smoke, the underworld that know they loc

It's the life when you catch strikes and hold no notes

Nothin to lose for some that's all out for game

Fued in school, show us all out in vein

First chips niggas get, out comes the chain

That's it, soon his name be, out the game

It's the life, it's like dice, some win, some lose

We pay the price but it's the life that the real ones choose

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