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
WHAT