Tony Yayo Explosion
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But my knife'll have your ass
Seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But my knife'll have your ass
Seein' out one eye
740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R kelly tape
If you see me in the club
Nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin'
(woo) 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 Kevo when I die
I hope Heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me, trick, and take your loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese
Man with duck sauce this Tony, homey
I walk around with a big chrome-y
Nine L's will hit ya passenger
And 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
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But my knife'll have your ass
Seein' out one eye (eye)
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But my knife'll have your ass
Seein' out one eye
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 recruit's (uh huh)
I do you dirty like Bishop
Did Raheem in "Juice" (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 (Pimp)
And wrote my first verse takin'
Baths in the sink (yeah)
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 brands, 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
Then come to your wake and
Serve fiends at your funeral
My advance is goin' towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been goin' hand and
Hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50 of haze, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the
Mirror that practice stunts, what!