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Yeah,

[Chorus - 50
As go by, I twist a lot
Fuck me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin'
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, I'll have yo ass out one eye

[Verse 1 - Tony
740 I, with the brand new (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris (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 miss
When I die, I hope heaven 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 don't a fuckin' clique liver
(You my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)

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

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 gettin'
But my knife, I'll have yo ass out one eye

2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product my friends (uh huh)
chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape plate)
Got me on straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call recruits (uh huh)
I do you like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce
This is Tony, the of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the (yeah)
And yo I no man son, I never heard of a fair one
Never borrow a handgun
on the street, gettin' smoked like bran 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 seen the grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I at you
Then come to wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin' a brick of dope
Cause I've been goin' hand and hand "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a
You the nigga in the mirror practice stunts
WHAT!