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[50
Yeah,

- 50 Cent]
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
But my knife, have yo ass seein' out one eye

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

[Verse 1 - Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, but Cris 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 miss
When I die, I hope look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a
I'm cheap like the Chinese man 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 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, 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
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

[Verse 2 - Tony
I never mix and product with my friends (uh huh)
chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since 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, call recruits (uh huh)
I do you like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
myself, to introduce myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the
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 heard of a fair one
Never gotta a handgun
Niggas on the street, smoked like bran son
So I dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies stay runnin' 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 sell shit on a (stick)
of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, leave you physically challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I at you
come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin' 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 practice stunts
WHAT!