Raekwon - Let's Make A Toast lyrics

[Intro: Roc Marciano] Yeah, wa**up? Roc Marc', whatup? Flipmode y'all Easy Mo, whatup baby? One love, kid Bless me on this track right here Wu-Tang baby, whatup? Rock' Marc' representin yea Feature baby [Roc Marciano] Yo, yo Testimonial flow, ceremonial head on the trophy, n***a Tryin to ghost me, froze like frozen meat, the mosey on down So low key, load up the soldier beat, diplomacy blow up the freestyles Written or sold release, supposed to be wild Some low-key sh**, police stick, BLAOW! Suffer the bust of your meat, that ain't the least of it The beast is a dick, freakin this, believin this, the secret is Beat at this so we can live and feed the kids You get your feet off kid, don't spring a leak at this Cuz in these streets, king of New York, stee Like Biggie Smalls was this all good I could see Sit on my political strength, like Merill Lynch Thorough be my orchids, read your book Defence thee, speed off the word Magic, magic, marker thirsty, have to sling crack Stack a fortune, back from off of me Lord Slow the f** up, snuggle behind me tryin to blind-side me We sippin wine and feelin high and mighty While Irish Rose, when I'm livin in the show Somehow I know, and want that white beast to bring a blow, yo [Hook: Busta Rhymes] You just smoked, n***a Till ya choke, my n***a Violating get your f**in face broke, my n***a Strive for the most til we all gross, my n***a Rep for all my dogs from coast to coast, my n***a Let's make a toast, mo' money Let's make a toast, my n***a Let's make a toast, n***a Let's make a toast [Busta Rhymes] We be the high post n***as who rocks the most n***as Who pops the toast n***as, who drops the most hittas Possessed one of the most venomous tongues Lyrics is bio-hazardous, bite the forbidden sh**, get disasterous My mathematics too difficult for n***as to figure out like calculus Unpredictable flow be miraculous Funny n***as study, while y'all smoke in your nine blunts And figure how we'll be doin it for the next nine months Spit a million bars, that you wonder where the hook at More sparklin sh** to look at, now where the jooks at? Climb the success ladder of the most successful crook cats Down Memory Lane with a thousand grams of cook crack Every now and then I look back, sometimes I put back For once millionaire n***as, who's strive to get their look back Clean up a local hoodrat, make sure that kids, they turnin their school books Got thrown to pay to get their books back In the meantime I hold a good stack, and do the observation To rea**ure my motzerella conversation Witness, have a soul, business now We the benefactors of this whole sh**, we in this now Yo, my n***as feel how we consistently spit fire Or get shattered and splattered if they caught up in a cross-fire You know we give it to y'all, livin for y'all And when we blow sh**, you know we did it for y'all [Hook] [Raekwon] Eh yo, bright, add on, mad-hatter with a rag on No n***as cause God to spaz on Major hieroglyphics, blood thirst, merchants up to nurtzes Gun shot Kennedy down, we workin black churches Spit fire, Bailey's with the tastle Rastle of the last capsule, you ain't sellin if you natural Underwater boat in the lake, we five boroughed out Grace started rally, start barrel on the stage, yo My IV on, drop a teaspoon with receivin like Herald on a balloon, start twirlin in saloons du' Spray up a galaxy, with hot wax, no consilary ax Similar to John, worthy of the cracks, duke About to blossom and deminish sh** Staten Island twist this, sublinder, relentless, Schindler's List Grill in my shines, fly Nike's on Shallah invite me on, yellin in the twell, "what the f** he on?" Just a taste of this, ba** gracisness, yo Lay on the floor, sayin prayer, your reward one Holdin me hon', controllin me hon' Your chore, check out the Roley dunn [Hook] [Chip Banks] When you hear the slow breathin That is the cat from Mally Gramp camp out to say somethin intriguin Man I spit a rhyme that's hot to d**h And stop ya breath, pop in this ca**ette then nod your neck Y'all know y'all been blessed with the God Banky, Baby, I rhyme greatly Smash your crew, don't have me spit a rash at you My cash'll do, diver chief will blast at you You ba*tards, you be heavy hittas, and y'all n***as 'll love to get rid of us, but our cash flows so ridiculous You take pictures and snap shots even of Mr. Santana In the drop Jag, with the cop mag squeezin Haters on the side eyein hopin that I crash the whip for no reason When the drama comes, the white flags, they bring them out Stupid pricks they don't know what's this thing be 'bout Better change your route, 'fore I have to mash your mouth Or get your arm all twisted out like Steve Stout's Let them cowards try to come between this thing of our's See how fast I turn them fake hard rocks back to flowers Here's a word from your sponsor, Banky ruley marka Number one Cream Teama, I flow meana [Hook 2X]