(feat. Tony Yayo) [50 Cent] Yeah, F-50 [Chorus - 50 Cent] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high As times go by, I twist a lot You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah) Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye [Verse 1 - Tony Yayo] 740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh) Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo) If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah) Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh) Or 1 to 3, for an extra G RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo Picture me trick, and take a loss When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome 9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver (You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver) [Chorus] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah) You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh) As times go by, I twist a lot You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye) But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die [Verse 2 - Tony Yayo] I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh) These chips, make relationships come to an end (what) I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh) And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon) 250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate) Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight from the plate) You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh) I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice) This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt Allow myself, to introduce myself And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah) I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp) Never gotta borrow a handgun And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah) Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips (woo) Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh) And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what) Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick) Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh) The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged) Don't be surprised, If I spit at you Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes" I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts WHAT!
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