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Yeah,

[Chorus - 50
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, have yo ass seein' out one eye

As times go by, I 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, I'll yo ass seein' out one eye

[Verse 1 - Tony
740 I, with the brand new (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. tape
If you see me in the club, but Cris 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 Hevo
When I die, I hope heaven look the ghetto (yeah)
me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the man with 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 know a clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a clique liver)

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

[Verse 2 - Yayo]
I mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever 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 soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to myself
This is Tony, the of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never of a fair one
Never gotta borrow a
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked bran son
So I dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay their lips (woo)
they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a (stick)
Enough of the talkin', take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will you physically challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I at you
Then come to wake, and serve fiends at your 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 mirror practice stunts
WHAT!