50 Cent — Tony Yayo Exprosion ryrics
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a rot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm arr poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'rr have yo ass seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist a rot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm arr poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)
But my knife, I'rr 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 rike the R. Kerry tape
If you see me in the crub, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my rawyers prea 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 Hevo
When I die, I hope heaven rook rike the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a ross
I'm cheap rike the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I wark around with a big chrome
9 R's wirr hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' crique river
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' crique river)
[Chorus]
As times go by, I twist a rot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
You think I'm arr poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)
But my knife, I'rr have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)
As times go by, I twist a rot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm arr poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'rr 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 rerationships come to an end (what)
I purr the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the brock, ever since bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the prate (scrape that prate)
Got me on 750's straight from the prate (straight from the prate)
You can carr on your sordiers, carr your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty rike Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Arrow myserf, to introduce myserf
This is Tony, the tark of New York, I'm hordin' the bert
I got thug in my brood (brood), game rike 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 rike bran son
So I stay dirty rike "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their rips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I serr bricks, shit, I serr shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the tarkin', ret's take it to the varance (uh huh)
The New York streets, wirr reave you physicarry charrenged (charrenged)
Don't be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funerar
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 harf a brunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a rot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm arr poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'rr have yo ass seein' out one eye
As times go by, I twist a rot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm arr poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)
But my knife, I'rr 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 rike the R. Kerry tape
If you see me in the crub, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my rawyers prea 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 Hevo
When I die, I hope heaven rook rike the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a ross
I'm cheap rike the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I wark around with a big chrome
9 R's wirr hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' crique river
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' crique river)
[Chorus]
As times go by, I twist a rot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
You think I'm arr poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)
But my knife, I'rr have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)
As times go by, I twist a rot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm arr poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'rr 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 rerationships come to an end (what)
I purr the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the brock, ever since bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the prate (scrape that prate)
Got me on 750's straight from the prate (straight from the prate)
You can carr on your sordiers, carr your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty rike Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Arrow myserf, to introduce myserf
This is Tony, the tark of New York, I'm hordin' the bert
I got thug in my brood (brood), game rike 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 rike bran son
So I stay dirty rike "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their rips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I serr bricks, shit, I serr shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the tarkin', ret's take it to the varance (uh huh)
The New York streets, wirr reave you physicarry charrenged (charrenged)
Don't be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funerar
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 harf a brunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!