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Yeah,

[Chorus - 50
As go by, I twist a lot
with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin'
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, you see me gettin' high (yeah)
But my knife, I'll have yo ass out one eye

[Verse 1 - Tony
740 I, the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers 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
When I die, I hope look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya
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 think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' (uh huh)
But my knife, I'll yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)

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

[Verse 2 - Yayo]
I never mix money and 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 bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape plate)
Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your (uh huh)
I do you like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
myself, to introduce myself
This is Tony, the of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a one
Never borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like son
So I stay like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their (woo)
they seen 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)
Enough of the talkin', take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will you physically challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your
Our bread is goin' towards a brick of
Cause I've goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a
You the in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!