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- 50 Cent Tony Yayo Explosion 歌詞
- 50 Cent
- As times go by I twist a lot
F**k with me and my niggas somebody gonna die
You think Im all poinry cause you see me gettin high
But my knife Ill 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 Im all poinry cause you see me gettin high
But my knife Ill 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
Im cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey I walk around with a big chrome
9 Ls will hit ya passenger hit ya driver
G-Unit you dont know a f**kin clique liver
(You heard my nigga you dont 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 Im all poinry cause you see me gettin high
But my knife Ill 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 Im all poinry cause you see me gettin high
But my knife Ill have yo ass seein out one eye
I never mix money and product with my friends
Thesechips 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 750s 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 Im 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 lets take it to the valance
The New York streets will leave you physically challenged
Dont 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 Ive been goin hand and hand since 'Different Strokes'
Im a 50 an eighth you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
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