(talking) 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
(Chorus) 2x 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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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
(Chorus) 2x 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
(Chorus) 4x
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