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[50
Yeah,

- 50 Cent]
As go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass out one eye

As times go by, I a lot
with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)
But my knife, I'll yo ass seein' out one eye

1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly
If you see me in the club, nothin' but poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers bargainin' (woo)
to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
Or 1 to 3, for an G
RIP to Etho, I miss
When I die, I heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man duck sauce
This homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique
(You my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)

As go by, I twist a lot
with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
You I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)
But my knife, I'll yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)

As go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin'
But my knife, I'll yo ass seein' out one eye

[Verse 2 - Tony
I never mix and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since bunny (c'mon)
250 grizzies, the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call recruits (uh huh)
I do you like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to myself
is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a one
Never gotta borrow a
on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son
So I stay like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the fifth (what)
Shit, I bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your
Our bread is towards a brick of dope
Cause I've goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a
You the nigga in the mirror that stunts
WHAT!