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Yeah,

[Chorus - 50
As times go by, I a lot
Fuck me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, you see me gettin' high
But my knife, have yo ass seein' out one eye

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

[Verse 1 - Tony
740 I, with the new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. tape
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 Hevo
When I die, I hope look like the ghetto (yeah)
me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with sauce
This Tony homey, I around with a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya
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 I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)
But my knife, have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)

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

2 - Tony Yayo]
I mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships to an end (what)
I pull the shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's straight from the (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 myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm the belt
I got in my blood (blood), game 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 dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a (stick)
of the talkin', let's 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
Cause I've been goin' and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a
You the nigga in the mirror that stunts
WHAT!