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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 yo ass seein' out one 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' (yeah)
But my knife, I'll have yo ass out one eye

1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new (uh huh)
Got me on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea (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 Hevo
When I die, I hope look like the ghetto (yeah)
me trick, and take a loss
I'm like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a clique liver)

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

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

[Verse 2 - Tony
I never mix money and with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships to an end (what)
I the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape plate)
Got me on 750's straight from the (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like 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 verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a one
Never borrow a handgun
on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son
So I stay dirty "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the 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 York streets, will leave you challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I at you
come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is towards a brick of dope
Cause been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that stunts
WHAT!