[Chorus:] Raise ya glass I'd like to propose a toast To the nigga that get hated on the most Everybody say cheers, live life to the fullest while you
manifest When I come to wreck, ripping through your flesh techs My killers you'll never see, invisible invisible are we Unseen like ghosts, strike like infrared beams make toast
on the wall and 99 grams left to flips that's all Like toasting a stagier I'll show you how to cut this quick Double up out this bitch The D's know me
Lo, with tinted windows Just cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Checking all my traps and all my hoes Life is, too short, I stay on my toes G'd up, I
out like kamikazes We surrounded, red lights flashin, who's inside? Came out a bullhorn, I'm contemplatin suicide Horse asked me for the Mac, he gave
sayin nuttin If ain't blazin somethin with the mac I'm in the shack bakin muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toast'll make
Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies, baptize, rap guys With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most You hold your toast shaky, slippin tryin
make the motherfuckin beef cook Niggas bleed just like us Picture a nigga hidin My life in that man hands, while he just decidin Niggas bleed just like us I'd
: Ca y'est j'demarre au quart de tour comme les betes d'vant un big mac j'kicka sur une phase Bete ou quoi reveiller le magma. Des featurings il en faut pleins d
way back in the day before I came of age, I watched the hustlas play/ Low key, I studied game/ I knew I'd make a name, who knew it'd come with fame/ Ya
gentlemen (You choosin' ain't he) I'd like to introduce y'all (You choosin' ain't he) To somebody you already know (You choosin' ain't he) A Mac, a man
eternally, sleepy, you burn when you creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies, baptize, rap guys With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most You hold your toast
the motherfuckin' beef cook Niggas bleed just like us Picture a nigga hidin', my life in that man hands While he just decidin' Niggas bleed just like us I'd
't sayin' nuttin' If ain't blazin' somethin' with the mac I'm in the shack bakin' muffins Fake the funk and get your rump roast One dose of the toast'
And forth from Queens niggaz We thug ya party out lock down the bar section We never check our coats 'cuz we got the toast Think about it M O B double D
[Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo, yo I told them cats, niggaz better cop some mac's Now they stuck with them handguns I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome
the bridge like Knievel, you niggas see-through, like lingerie pussies I get funky like D.O.C. do, one classic, now homie, OG too, I toast a chronic