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[50
Yeah,

- 50 Cent]
As go by, I twist a lot
Fuck me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin'
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 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. Kelly
If you see me in the club, but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea (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 heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and a loss
I'm like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk with a big chrome
9 L's hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't a fuckin' clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a clique liver)

As go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, gonna die (yeah)
You think I'm all poinry, you see me gettin' 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 I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass 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 graveyard shift, gettin' money (uh huh)
And on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the (scrape that 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 Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm the belt
I got thug in my (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a one
Never gotta a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked bran son
So I dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' runnin' their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will you physically challenged (challenged)
be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin' towards a of dope
Cause I've been 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!