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[50
Yeah,

- 50 Cent]
As go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me high
But my knife, have yo ass seein' out one eye

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 (yeah)
But my knife, have yo ass seein' out one eye

[Verse 1 - Tony
740 I, with the brand new (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 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
I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck
This Tony homey, I walk around a big chrome
9 L's hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' liver)

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

2 - Tony Yayo]
I mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since bunny (c'mon)
250 grizzies, the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight 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
is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game 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 borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like son
So I dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies stay runnin' their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And the Fendi grips 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
come 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!