[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 yo ass seein' out one eye. 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 (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 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 Hevo. When I die I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah). 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 fuckin' clique liver. (You heard my nigga you don't know a fuckin' clique liver). [Chorus]. As times go by I twist a lot. Fuck 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 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 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 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 bran 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. 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!