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Tony Yayo Explosion (Explicit) - 50 Cent (50美分)
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 a** 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 a** 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 ni**a 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 a** 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 a** 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
Sh*t I sell bricks sh*t I sell sh*t 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 d**e
Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50 an eighth you a half a blunt
You the ni**a in the mirror that practice stunts
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