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

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