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[50 Cent] Yeah, F-50 [Chorus - 50 Cent] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck 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 y ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
[ 50 Sent ] Yeah, F - 50 [ Chorus - 50 Sent ] As times go buy, Aye twist a lot Fuck with mi and my niggas, somebody gonna dye Yew think I'm awl poinry, cause yew sea mi gettin ' hi Butt my knife, Aisle have yo ass seein ' out won aye As times go buy, Aye twist a lot Fuck with mi and my niggas, somebody gonna dye Yew think I'm awl poinry, cause yew sea mi gettin ' hi (yeah) Butt my knife, Aisle have yo ass seein ' out won aye [ Verse 1 - Tony Yayo ] 740 Aye, with the brand knew sheikh (uh huh) Got mi pissin ' on hoes like the R . Kelly tape If yew sea mi inn the club, nothin ' butt Cris poppin ' (yeah) Sea mi inn caught, my lawyers plea bargainin ' (woo) Tryin ' two tern a 3 two 6, two a 2 two 4 (uh huh) Oar 1 two 3, four an extra G RIP two Etho, Aye miss Hevo When Aye dye, Aye hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) Picture mi trick, and take a loss I'm cheep like the Chinese man with duck source This Tony homey, Aye walk around with a big chrome 9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver G-Unit, yew don't no a fuckin ' clique liver (Yew herd my nigga, yew don't no a fuckin ' clique liver) [ Chorus ] As times go buy, Aye twist a lot Fuck with mi and my niggas, somebody gonna dye (yeah) Yew think I'm awl poinry, cause yew sea mi gettin ' hi (uh huh) Butt my knife, Aisle have yo ass seein ' out won aye (aye) As times go buy, Aye twist a lot Fuck with mi and my niggas, somebody gonna dye Yew think I'm awl poinry, cause yew sea mi gettin ' hi Butt my knife, Aisle have yo ass seein ' out won aye [ Verse 2 - Tony Yayo ] Aye never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh) These chips, make relationships come two an end (watt) Aye pull the graveyard shift, gettin ' money non-stop (uh huh) And bean on the bloc, ever since bunny tops (c'mon) 250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate) Got mi on 750 ' s strait from the plate (strait from the plate) Yew can caul on you're soldiers, caul you're recruits (uh huh) Aye do yew dirty like Raheem did Dirty is " Juice " (Juice) Allow myself, two introduce myself This is Tony, the torque of Knew York, I'm holdin ' the belt Aye got thug inn my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp) And rote my first verse, takin ' baths inn the synch (yeah) And yo Aye fear know man sun, Aye never herd of a fare won Never gotta borrow a handgun Niggas on the street, gettin ' smoked like bran sun Sow Aye stay dirty like " Sanford and Sun " (yeah) Groupies gossipin ' stay runnin ' there lips (woo) Cause they scene the Gucci seats inn the 6 (uh huh) And scene the Fendi grips on the for fifth (watt) Shit, Aye cell bricks, shit, Aye cell shit on a stick (stick) Enough of the talkin ', let's take it two the valance (uh huh) The Knew York streets, will leave yew physically challenged (challenged) Don't bee surprised, If Aye spit at yew Then come two you're wake, and serve fiends at you're funeral Hour bred is goin ' towards a brick of dope Cause I've bean goin ' hand and hand since " Different Strokes " I'm a 50, an eighth, yew a half a blunt Yew the nigga inn the mirror that practise stunts WATT ! |
Tony Yayo Explosion
50 Cent
Complexity: | 56 | Readability: | 80.18 | Sentiment: | -5 | Word Count: | 574 | Unique Words: | 236 |