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[50
Yeah,

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

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

1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris (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 miss
When I die, I hope heaven look the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a
I'm cheap like the Chinese man duck sauce
Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya
G-Unit, you don't know a clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you know 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, have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)

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

2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product with my (uh huh)
These chips, relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money (uh huh)
And been on the block, since bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape plate)
Got me on 750's straight the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your (uh huh)
I do you like Raheem 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, takin' baths in the (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I heard of a fair one
Never borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, smoked like bran son
So I dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay their lips (woo)
Cause they the Gucci 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)
of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I at you
Then come to your wake, and fiends at your funeral
Our bread is 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 that stunts
WHAT!