A toast to Mr. Tagalucci

And zippin open Louis duffle bags of lootchie

Braggin loosely 'bout baggin hoochies

No logo's on the clothes but the tags say Gucci (nice)

And everybody raise your glasses

The beautiful tits, and amazing asses

Bring cigar cutters and the trace of ashes

To money burials, hideaways, and staches

Thanks to DEA's gettin slick

They used bad tape, the charges didn't stick

The lawyers, Ebanks, Sadler

Life's a bitch and I probably coulda had her

Here's to no witnesses

And playing dumb like "I dunno what this is"

Unforgetful that's why I keep my shit full

Along with alarm systems and pitbulls

Good food, still need seasoning

Gangsta POV, that's how we sees things

It's talked about with good reasoning

Over good steaks and sweet measlings

Yeah

Beef is just a entre

Put stacks on the boy like his name Andre

All the shootouts and the killings

Sympathy for bad guys, rooting for the villians

I put my money up, loot is in the ceiling

And two baby .9's that look cuter than some children

Cheers, blood sweat and tears

No room for emotions and fears

It's the way, nothing more to say

I make the call, we can go to war today

This is Loso's Way

Follow me into Loso's way