Let Us Toast
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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 chains
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 Per centers, 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 street sweaps that made us rough
Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust
Still 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
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 thought us to fight
The poisonous 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 lock
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
'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 chains
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 Per centers, 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 street sweaps that made us rough
Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust
Still 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
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 thought us to fight
The poisonous 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 lock
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.97] I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all
[00:18.75] 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin'
[00:24.82] From other people, baby
[00:25.90] Brooklyn
[00:32.05] Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes
[00:33.91] Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow
[00:36.57] To all the killas and the hustlas, some seem, some low
[00:38.81] What the deal daddy, it's all good, get that dough
[00:44.36] 'Cause a y'all, I praise clothes, jewels and cars
[00:45.58] Paid dues, been schooled but can't remove the scars
[00:46.79] Boxed in, it's my life now, part of the game
[00:50.27] On the streets with the hustlas, who hustle the same
[00:53.00] Some of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs
[00:55.73] All the wheelchair victims and the one's with the chains
[00:58.21] I'm numb to the pain, it's realness that runs through the vein
[01:01.41] Becomin' sane, so many throwin' slumb in the game
[01:04.28] So let us toast to the ones in memory of
[01:06.90] All the jams we remember we love
[01:09.75] We remember we thugs, Crips and Bloods
[01:11.85] Latin Kings, Five Per centers, thieves and pimps because
[01:15.45] Whatever makes the world go 'round, we down
[01:17.95] And we'll react as this world go 'round, we lounge
[01:21.48] So raise your cups to the real dogs that raised the pups
[01:23.42] And all the young chicks finally at that age to fuck
[01:25.92] The razor cuts, gun wounds that laid us up
[01:28.23] From the beef and all the street sweaps that made us rough
[01:31.58] Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust
[01:34.33] Still I toast to the east coast, the stage is us
[01:37.70] Throw it up for the niggas, that could, hold it up
[01:39.82] Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up
[01:42.53] The streets need it, it's gangsta when the beats get pleaded
[01:44.98] Sleep, eat and breath it, it's the life, love it or leave it
[01:47.97] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[01:50.95] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[01:53.49] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[01:55.93] Show love, who could take paper the most
[01:59.17] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[02:01.46] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[02:04.65] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[02:07.23] Show love, who could take paper the most
[02:09.95] So from the streets where the hustlin' brought us to life
[02:12.44] From the beef and all the scufflin' that thought us to fight
[02:15.00] The poisonous bikes, police gun wars in the night
[02:17.56] The whores in the night, fiends up four in the night
[02:20.17] Gave us new style, but some just became too foul
[02:23.11] Now it's two-thou', year two-thou'
[02:25.98] So I toast to the live that know they broke
[02:28.85] Cookin' bag they own work and know they coke
[02:31.21] Roll they smoke, the underworld that know they lock
[02:33.63] It's the life when you catch strikes and hold no notes
[02:37.01] Nothin' to lose for some that's all out for game
[02:39.57] Fued in school, show us all out in vein
[02:42.49] First chips niggas, get, out comes the chain
[02:44.99] That's it, soon his name be, out the game
[02:47.19] It's the life, it's like dice, some win, some lose
[02:49.52] We pay the price but it's the life that the real ones choose
[02:53.43] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[02:56.58] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[02:59.15] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:01.74] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:04.80] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[03:07.29] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[03:10.12] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:12.48] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:15.35] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[03:17.92] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[03:20.81] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:23.52] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:26.39] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[03:28.97] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[03:31.45] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:34.54] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:37.11] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[03:40.05] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[03:42.70] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:45.48] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:48.06] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[03:50.88] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[03:53.34] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:56.18] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:58.22]
[00:18.75] 'Cause the more we get, the more we takin'
[00:24.82] From other people, baby
[00:25.90] Brooklyn
[00:32.05] Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes
[00:33.91] Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow
[00:36.57] To all the killas and the hustlas, some seem, some low
[00:38.81] What the deal daddy, it's all good, get that dough
[00:44.36] 'Cause a y'all, I praise clothes, jewels and cars
[00:45.58] Paid dues, been schooled but can't remove the scars
[00:46.79] Boxed in, it's my life now, part of the game
[00:50.27] On the streets with the hustlas, who hustle the same
[00:53.00] Some of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs
[00:55.73] All the wheelchair victims and the one's with the chains
[00:58.21] I'm numb to the pain, it's realness that runs through the vein
[01:01.41] Becomin' sane, so many throwin' slumb in the game
[01:04.28] So let us toast to the ones in memory of
[01:06.90] All the jams we remember we love
[01:09.75] We remember we thugs, Crips and Bloods
[01:11.85] Latin Kings, Five Per centers, thieves and pimps because
[01:15.45] Whatever makes the world go 'round, we down
[01:17.95] And we'll react as this world go 'round, we lounge
[01:21.48] So raise your cups to the real dogs that raised the pups
[01:23.42] And all the young chicks finally at that age to fuck
[01:25.92] The razor cuts, gun wounds that laid us up
[01:28.23] From the beef and all the street sweaps that made us rough
[01:31.58] Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust
[01:34.33] Still I toast to the east coast, the stage is us
[01:37.70] Throw it up for the niggas, that could, hold it up
[01:39.82] Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up
[01:42.53] The streets need it, it's gangsta when the beats get pleaded
[01:44.98] Sleep, eat and breath it, it's the life, love it or leave it
[01:47.97] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[01:50.95] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[01:53.49] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[01:55.93] Show love, who could take paper the most
[01:59.17] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[02:01.46] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[02:04.65] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[02:07.23] Show love, who could take paper the most
[02:09.95] So from the streets where the hustlin' brought us to life
[02:12.44] From the beef and all the scufflin' that thought us to fight
[02:15.00] The poisonous bikes, police gun wars in the night
[02:17.56] The whores in the night, fiends up four in the night
[02:20.17] Gave us new style, but some just became too foul
[02:23.11] Now it's two-thou', year two-thou'
[02:25.98] So I toast to the live that know they broke
[02:28.85] Cookin' bag they own work and know they coke
[02:31.21] Roll they smoke, the underworld that know they lock
[02:33.63] It's the life when you catch strikes and hold no notes
[02:37.01] Nothin' to lose for some that's all out for game
[02:39.57] Fued in school, show us all out in vein
[02:42.49] First chips niggas, get, out comes the chain
[02:44.99] That's it, soon his name be, out the game
[02:47.19] It's the life, it's like dice, some win, some lose
[02:49.52] We pay the price but it's the life that the real ones choose
[02:53.43] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[02:56.58] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[02:59.15] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:01.74] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:04.80] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[03:07.29] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[03:10.12] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:12.48] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:15.35] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[03:17.92] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[03:20.81] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:23.52] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:26.39] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[03:28.97] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[03:31.45] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:34.54] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:37.11] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[03:40.05] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[03:42.70] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:45.48] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:48.06] To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
[03:50.88] Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
[03:53.34] To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
[03:56.18] Show love, who could take paper the most
[03:58.22]