Tony Yayo Explosion

As times go by I twist a lot

F**k with me and my niggas somebody gonna die

You think I'm all poinry cause you see me gettin' high

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

As times go by I twist a lot

F**k with me and my niggas somebody gonna die

You think I'm all poinry cause you see me gettin' high

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

740 I with the brand new shake

Got me pissin' on hoes like the R Kelly tape

If you see me in the club nothin' but Cris poppin'

See me in court my lawyers plea bargainin'

Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6 to a 2 to 4

Or 1 to 3 for an extra G

RIP to Etho I miss Hevo

When I die I hope heaven look like the ghetto

Picture me trick and take a loss

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 f**kin' clique liver

(You heard my nigga you don't know a f**kin' clique liver)

As times go by I twist a lot

F**k with me and my niggas somebody gonna die

You think I'm all poinry cause you see me gettin' high

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

As times go by I twist a lot

F**k with me and my niggas somebody gonna die

You think I'm all poinry cause you see me gettin' high

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

I never mix money and product with my friends

These chips make relationships come to an end

I pull the graveyard shift gettin' money non-stop

And been on the block ever since bunny tops

250 grizzies scrape the plate

Got me on 750's straight from the plate

You can call on your soldiers call your recruits

I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice"

Allow myself to introduce myself

This is Tony the talk 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 sink

And yo I fear no man son I never heard of a fair one

Never gotta borrow a handgun

Niggas on the street gettin' smoked like bran son

So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son"

Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips

Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6

And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth

Shit I sell bricks shit I sell shit on a stick

Enough of the talkin' let's take it to the valance

The New York streets will leave you physically challenged

Don't be surprised If I spit at you

Then come to your wake and serve fiends at your funeral

Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope

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

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