"Tony Yayo Explosion" lyrics - G-UNIT

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]
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

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent]
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 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!