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[50
Yeah,

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

As go by, I twist a lot
with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, 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 like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my plea bargainin' (woo)
Tryin' to a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
Or 1 to 3, for an G
RIP to Etho, I Hevo
When I die, I hope look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a
I'm like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya
G-Unit, you don't a fuckin' clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you know a fuckin' clique liver)

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

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

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