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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, I'll yo ass seein' out one eye

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

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

As go by, I twist 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, gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin'
But my knife, I'll have yo ass out one eye

[Verse 2 - Tony
I never mix money and product my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships 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, the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like 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), game like a (pimp)
And wrote my verse, takin' baths in the sink (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 like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies stay runnin' their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I shit on a stick (stick)
of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, leave you physically challenged (challenged)
be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at funeral
Our is goin' towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been goin' hand and since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a
You the nigga in the that practice stunts
WHAT!