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Yeah,

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

As times go by, I a lot
Fuck 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

[Verse 1 - Tony
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 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 heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man duck sauce
This Tony homey, I around with a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya
G-Unit, you know a fuckin' clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a clique liver)

As go by, I twist 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, I'll yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)

As go by, I twist 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 yo ass seein' out one eye

2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and with my friends (uh huh)
chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's straight the plate (straight from the plate)
You can on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the
I got thug in my blood (blood), game a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I heard of a fair one
gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like son
So I stay dirty "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies stay runnin' their lips (woo)
Cause seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you challenged (challenged)
be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin' towards a of dope
Cause I've been 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!