Cam'ron - Toast Freestyle (Runaway Remix/Kanye Diss) lyrics

[Intro - Jim Jones] People might hear this and they might take it the wrong way That's what people do Like I give a f** They gonna think we starting trouble like usual But we just viewing our opinion Some people might get offended I ain't trying to ruffle nobody feathers But you n***as ain't gonna do sh** [Verse 1 - Jim Jones] Now, I'm always flying, always driving something new And it makes me cry for half the sh** that I've been through So gifted back then when it came to selling the coke So now we pop rose every night just to make a toast [Hook] Let's have a toast for the pushers Let's make a toast to the strippers To the connects when we re-up Knocking points off when we meet up Let's have a toast to the new Porsche The one you b**hes in when we murk off Baby, I got a plan I'mma need you to cook a thousand grams [Verse 2 - Cam'ron] I f** with hoes that do check scams And pop E pills, yeah, call 'em X-Clan So I tell 'em, "Vanglorious" 'Elz Neo, the One; Cam's Morpheus Dipset, yeah, you know who's scorching this All of these kids should open a damn orphanage What up Jetlag? What up Sin City? k**ers first, k**a first; n***as been pretty And Kanye, you a s**er n***a Dis Dame, so my attitude is "f** a n***a" s**ing Jigga, how you gonna live with that? Took your beat — now, come get it back f** what Mama say, whip color is marmalade Modern-day Wilt Chamberlain, hoes andale Yeah Malibu, boo, but it's Dom today Shout to Weeso coming home, Tone, John, and Dre, ay [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] And half these rap n***as still living a facade Mention my name and I'll be thinking that they hard But catch them out of bounds, and they ain't really like that Catch us out of town, and we be living like that Spent thirty thou, but we 'bout it on the flight back Ash call Yandy, one show and get it right back Think about the strip where I used to spend nights at Spent nights on blocks where n***as lost they life at Some got shot up, hospital, went right back To the same block where they could have lost their life at Damn, and shout out to my n***a Zoe He used to laugh when he'd hear me say, "Give 'em more" Miami nights at the club, jumping in the V You know the rich get richer, hungry never eat But f** that, n***a, I'mma need a plate of chow No f** that, n***a, I'mma need a plate of Chow's Last whip I bought, that's a hard ninety thou' I'm married to the game and didn't say my vows, ow [Outro - Jim Jones] I ain't say my grace, neither Bow your head, don't be disrespectful Like I was saying before, you might not understand this You might not figure this out We on a different side of the thing Just lift your gla**es up Put your bottles in the sky Let's have a toast for this money we've been getting Let's have a toast for n***as getting back together, real n***as A toast to the haters, because without you there would be no me, n***a You smell me? Ain't nobody pressed they luck, we still on deck, f**er You know what we do We fly high and die hard, motherf**er Anything less is uncivilized