[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
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
tinted windows I'm 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, spill
in us Unofficialness, everything we outside you wish you was Official thugs in the drug profession Drug connections, drug addictions Still seein' the judge for drug possession The four-D
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 me dap
girl came on to me she wanted me I wouldn't let her Don't make sense to come against me and my man "D" How it is, how it was, that's the way it'll be
the type of bitch I need, no drink, no smoke, no weed Hoes label me a hot boy 'cause I just come home and I don't get D'd But I'm a boss baby, I like
[Mac] Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G. You can't see me It's like that in 96 y'all U.P.T. connect Keepin' it real Give em a lil respect We doin' it just
motherfuckers to die Because to me death is like sex And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck Strap up a mac, clack clack motherfuckers
[Mac] Feel the pain of a soulja, a 3rd ward Soulja always known 2 pack a heater, got a army bout the size of leader We hit em Rugged even if it's unplugged
in your crib with my killas callin? Even if you ain't street then we creepin', it ain't no secret Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat
