I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all<br />
'Cause the more we get<br />
The more we takin' from other people baby<br />
Brooklyn<br />
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Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes<br />
Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow<br />
To all the killas and the hustlas who seem some low<br />
What the deal daddy, it's all good, get that dough<br />
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'Cause a y'all, I praise clothes, jewels and cars<br />
Paid dues, been schooled but can't remove the scars<br />
Boxed in, it's my life now, part of the game<br />
On the streets with the hustlas who hustle the same<br />
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Some of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs<br />
All the wheelchair victims and the one's with the cairns<br />
I'm numb to the pain, it's realness that runs through the vein<br />
Becomin' sane, so many throwin' slumb in the game<br />
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So let us toast to the ones in memory of<br />
All [Incomprehensible] jams we remember we love<br />
Remember we thugs, [Incomprehensible], Crips and Bloods<br />
Latin Kings, Five Percenters, thieves and pimps because<br />
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Whatever makes the world go 'round, we down<br />
And we'll react as this world go 'round, we lounge<br />
So raise your cups to the real dogs that raised the pups<br />
And all the young chicks finally at that age to fuck<br />
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The razor cuts, gun wounds that laid us up<br />
From the beef and all the streetsweaps that made us rough<br />
Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust<br />
Still I toast to the east coast, the stage is us<br />
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Throw it up for the niggas that could, hold it up<br />
Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up<br />
The streets need it, it's gangsta when the beats get pleaded<br />
Sleep, eat and breath it, it's the life, love it or leave it<br />
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To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings<br />
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings<br />
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast<br />
Show love, who could take paper the most<br />
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To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings<br />
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings<br />
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast<br />
Show love, who could take paper the most<br />
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So from the streets where the hustlin' brought us to life<br />
From the beef and all the scufflin' that taught us to fight<br />
The poisonous bikes, police gun wars in the night<br />
The whores in the night, fiends up four in the night<br />
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Gave us new style, but some just became too foul<br />
Now it's two-thou', year two-thou'<br />
So I toast to the live that know they broke<br />
Cookin' bag they own work and know they coke<br />
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Roll they smoke, the underworld that know they loc<br />
It's the life when you catch strikes and hold no notes<br />
Nothin' to lose for some that's all out for game<br />
Fued in school, show us all out in vein<br />
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First chips niggas get, out comes the chain<br />
That's it, soon his name be, out the game<br />
It's the life, it's like dice, some win, some lose<br />
We pay the price but it's the life that the real ones choose<br />
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To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings<br />
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings<br />
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast<br />
Show love, who could take paper the most<br />
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To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings<br />
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings<br />
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast<br />
Show love, who could take paper the most<br />
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To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings<br />
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings<br />
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast<br />
Show love, who could take paper the most<br />
<br />
To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings<br />
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings<br />
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast<br />
Show love, who could take paper the most<br />
<br />
To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings<br />
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings<br />
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast<br />
Show love, who could take paper the most<br />
<br />
To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings<br />
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings<br />
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast<br />
Show love