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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 have yo ass out one eye

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

[Verse 1 - 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, but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers 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)
Picture me trick, and take a
I'm cheap the Chinese man with duck sauce
This homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't a fuckin' clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you know a fuckin' clique liver)

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

[Verse 2 - Tony
I never mix money and with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money (uh huh)
And on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's straight from the (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like Raheem did is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce
is Tony, the talk 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 no man son, I never heard of a fair one
gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin' like bran 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 the Fendi grips on the four 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 streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
be surprised, If I spit at you
Then to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is towards a brick of dope
Cause I've goin' 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!