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Yeah,

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

[Verse 1 - Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new (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 plea 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 heaven look the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and a loss
I'm cheap like the man with duck 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 clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't a fuckin' clique liver)

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

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

[Verse 2 - Tony
I mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, relationships come to an end (what)
I the graveyard 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 from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, your recruits (uh huh)
I do you like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce
This is Tony, the of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never of a fair one
gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, smoked like bran son
So I stay dirty "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies stay runnin' their lips (woo)
Cause they the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell on a stick (stick)
of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I at you
Then to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our is goin' towards a brick of dope
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 that practice stunts
WHAT!