(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      (Chorus) 4x