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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, somebody 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 - Tony
740 I, the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but 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 Hevo
I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and a loss
I'm like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya
G-Unit, you don't a fuckin' clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't a fuckin' 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 times go by, I 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

[Verse 2 - Tony
I never mix and product 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 straight from 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 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, baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I no man son, I never heard of a fair one
Never gotta 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 they the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, leave you physically challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I at you
Then come to wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin' towards a of dope
Cause been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that stunts
WHAT!