A toast to Mr. Tagalucci
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And zippin open Louis duffle bags of lootchie
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Braggin loosely 'bout baggin hoochies
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No logo's on the clothes but the tags say Gucci (nice)
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And everybody raise your glasses
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The beautiful tits, and amazing asses
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Bring cigar cutters and the trace of ashes
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To money burials, hideaways, and staches
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Thanks to DEA's gettin slick
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They used bad tape, the charges didn't stick
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The lawyers, Ebanks, Sadler
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Life's a bitch and I probably coulda had her
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Here's to no witnesses
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And playing dumb like "I dunno what this is"
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Unforgetful that's why I keep my shit full
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Along with alarm systems and pitbulls
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Good food, still need seasoning
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Gangsta POV, that's how we sees things
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It's talked about with good reasoning
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Over good steaks and sweet measlings
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Yeah
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Beef is just a entre
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Put stacks on the boy like his name Andre
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All the shootouts and the killings
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Sympathy for bad guys, rooting for the villians
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I put my money up, loot is in the ceiling
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And two baby .9's that look cuter than some children
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Cheers, blood sweat and tears
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No room for emotions and fears
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It's the way, nothing more to say
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I make the call, we can go to war today
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This is Loso's Way
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Follow me into Loso's way
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A Toast To The Good Life
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| Fabolous |
