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Yeah,

[Chorus - 50
As go by, I twist 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 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 (yeah)
But my knife, have yo ass seein' out one eye

[Verse 1 - Tony
740 I, with the brand new (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris (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 like the ghetto (yeah)
me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap the Chinese man with duck sauce
Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you know a fuckin' 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 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
Fuck with me and my niggas, gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me high
But my knife, have yo ass seein' out one eye

2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix 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 bunny (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your (uh huh)
I do you dirty like did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to 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 verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a one
Never gotta borrow a
on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son
So I stay dirty "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' lips (woo)
they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I at you
come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our is goin' towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a a blunt
You the in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!