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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, you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll yo ass seein' out one eye

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

1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, the brand new shake (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 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 like the (yeah)
Picture me trick, and a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man duck sauce
This homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' liver)

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

[Verse 2 - Yayo]
I never mix money and with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your (uh huh)
I do you dirty Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
myself, to introduce myself
This is Tony, the of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' 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 stay like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their (woo)
Cause seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the (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 fiends at 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 a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that stunts
WHAT!