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Yeah,

[Chorus - 50
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, have yo ass seein' out one eye

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

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

As times go by, I 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, I'll 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 gettin'
But my knife, have yo ass seein' out one eye

2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, since bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape plate)
Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your (uh huh)
I do you dirty Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm the belt
I got thug in my (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I heard of a fair one
Never gotta borrow a
Niggas on the street, smoked like bran son
So I dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay their lips (woo)
they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically (challenged)
be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin' towards a brick of
I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a
You the nigga in the that practice stunts
WHAT!