Lirik Lagu Tony Yayo Explosion - 50 Cent
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*(feat. Tony Yayo)
[50 Cent]Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]As times go by, I twist a lotFuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna dieYou think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' highBut my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist a lotFuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna dieYou think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tapeIf 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 GRIP to Etho, I miss HevoWhen I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)Picture me trick, and take a lossI'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauceThis Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driverG-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)
[Chorus]As times go by, I twist a lotFuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)
As times go by, I twist a lotFuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna dieYou think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' highBut my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]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 recruits (uh huh)I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)Allow myself, to introduce myselfThis is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the beltI 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 oneNever gotta borrow a handgunNiggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran sonSo 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 youThen come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeralOur bread is goin' towards a brick of dopeCause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a bluntYou the nigga in the mirror that practice stuntsWHAT!
[50 Cent]Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]As times go by, I twist a lotFuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna dieYou think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' highBut my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist a lotFuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna dieYou think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tapeIf 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 GRIP to Etho, I miss HevoWhen I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)Picture me trick, and take a lossI'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauceThis Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driverG-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)
[Chorus]As times go by, I twist a lotFuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)
As times go by, I twist a lotFuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna dieYou think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' highBut my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye
[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]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 recruits (uh huh)I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)Allow myself, to introduce myselfThis is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the beltI 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 oneNever gotta borrow a handgunNiggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran sonSo 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 youThen come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeralOur bread is goin' towards a brick of dopeCause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a bluntYou the nigga in the mirror that practice stuntsWHAT!
