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Yeah,

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

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 high (yeah)
But my knife, I'll yo ass seein' out one eye

[Verse 1 - Yayo]
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 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
When I die, I hope heaven look the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a
I'm cheap the Chinese 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 a fuckin' clique liver
(You my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)

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

[Verse 2 - Yayo]
I never mix money and with 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 bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on straight from the plate (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 introduce
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I heard of a fair one
gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, smoked like bran son
So I dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' lips (woo)
Cause they seen the seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically (challenged)
be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve at your funeral
Our is goin' towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice
WHAT!