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Yeah,

[Chorus - 50
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
But my knife, I'll yo ass seein' out one 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 (yeah)
But my knife, I'll yo ass seein' out one eye

1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly
If you see me in the club, nothin' but poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea (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
When I die, I hope look like the ghetto (yeah)
me trick, and take a loss
I'm like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around 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 know a clique liver)

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

2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix and product with my friends (uh huh)
chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the 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 (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 talk of New York, I'm holdin' the
I got thug in my (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never of a fair one
gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked bran son
So I dirty 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 four (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will 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' and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a
You the nigga in the mirror practice stunts
WHAT!