Lyrics:

lets toast to the street life
this is how we eat right?
strip harsch chris bosch
gotta keep the heat tight
toast to the connect
cheers to the cheap price
toast to those too foul
avoidin the three strikes
blue range the cash we took
i threw shoes on the sport
it got atheletes foot
the god flash the gems
i nicknamed your girl kim
cuz every time the car dash she in
ya use to scrape the plate
brillow
had the head swingin back n forth
willow
cops tried to ban me from the court
billo
reilly still with his girl but he knows
she aint a dime i can see that cellulite shit
those are just dimes i can see they sell you like shit
fred the god jadakiss whats close to that?
now lets toast to that(

Jadakiss)
oh oh still squeezing em juice out of them head phones

Put your bottles in the air make noise with em
send your girls to the rear and let my boys hit em
50 large all hundred, trip ahoys with em
Full lift minks on, all the toys with em
for those not here, for those still employed with em
we celebrating the times we enjoyed with em
in a way, a part of me was destroyed with em
trying talking to the lord, i get annoyed with him
fiends take a hit, it feels like floyd hit em
it was never beef, everything was soy with em
ex rythm hunter, used to enjoy rythm
as the years went by, he learnt more wisdom
always kept cigars, and burned moralism
we all die, the objective is to avoid prison
yeah, if u aint paying respect, you're supposed to
cos that's really something to toas to