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Yeah,

[Chorus - 50
As times go by, I a lot
with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass out one 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 (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 plea 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 miss
I die, I hope heaven look like 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 hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't know a clique liver
(You my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)

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

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 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)
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 bunny (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the (scrape that plate)
Got me on straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm the belt
I got thug in my (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I heard of a fair one
Never gotta borrow a
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like son
So I stay dirty "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
gossipin' stay runnin' their lips (woo)
Cause seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four (what)
Shit, I bricks, shit, I sell shit 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 come to wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been goin' and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror practice stunts
WHAT!