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[50
Yeah,

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

1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, with the new shake (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 plea 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 Hevo
I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and a loss
I'm cheap the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya
G-Unit, you don't know a clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' liver)

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

[Verse 2 - Tony
I never mix 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 since tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape plate)
Got me on 750's straight the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty Raheem 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), game like a pimp (pimp)
And my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I no man son, I never heard of a fair one
gotta borrow 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 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 shit on a (stick)
Enough of the talkin', take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically (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 I've 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!