Testo Tony story pt.2 Meek Mill

Tony story pt.2

Paulie killed Tony right?
And Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring ‘em back 20 years they was only tykes
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain’t nothing nice
And Paulie just loving life
He got them birds and he serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs every night
Popping bottles, blowin paper, balling hard, he know they hating
But they gon’ respect it, cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely
And Paulie gettin’ money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys ridin’, they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street that Paulie did that
Used Key gold diggin’ ass to get ‘em back
Text him through her phone, found out where he live at
She woke up in the morning like “I never sent that”
But she never told Paulie what she saw
She was running her mouth, lookin’ to start a war
Cause Tony’s little brother 16 and up the wall
Robbin’ everything movin’ and breakin’ every law (LAW)
And Paulie on a rise now
Niggas that played the middle pickin’ sides now
Plus he heard Tony’s brother tryin’ to ride now
So he put the check up on his head, he gotta die now

“I want this nigga dead”

Paulie’s youngest on the corner
Tony’s little brother he slippin’, yea he’s a goner
Fucking with that lean, he dippin’ one in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a warnin’
He strapped too, reach and fixin’ to get up on ‘em
The gat jam, he bang back tryin’ to avoid ‘em
Them niggas dumpin’, he get up runnin’ and hittin’ on ‘em
He hit the alley, get a body he dippin’ on ‘em
Said “it’s on now”, try an kill em its war now
Swisher in his mouth while loadin his four pound
Feelin like he dead there ain’t no remource now
Gettin high and he thinkin bout kickin in doors now
Mamma and lil kids get on the floor now
Finger on the trigger he feel it its goin down
Old ladys gotta hear that thunder storm sound
Cuz they sad when it rain it really gone pour down
And its rainin like Katrina, he got 30 in his ninna
Seen paulie car droped 30 in his beamer
Paulie wasn’t in it when he heared it he was steamin
Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga feindin
And he want this nigga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin tryna live on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was Monday quick
And paulie bout to get back on his Gunplay shit
And show em how its done so he loadin up his gun
And show this young nigga he fuck wit the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin the long gun

So he out here
Ridin dirty put down them birdies
And without fear niggas lurkin
They tryina murder heared he out there
Niggas spin em they tryina hit em
Hittin every corner seein niggas but he ain’t wit em
Youngin layin low he know paulie ain’t playin thoe
Theres money on his head and niggas is sayin go
But youngin he ain’t scared he cool as a fan thoe
He know its get down wit that burner or end up a dead soul
It was four in the morn’, paulie goin home
Windsheilds wipin, middle of the rain storm
And paulie he ain’t slippin yea he got that thang on
You know what he did to tony he won’t get the same ?
So when he hit the crib he spin the block befor he park it
Paulie ain’t bitch at all paulie just causious
But lil did he knoe niggas in the streets talkin
And out his rear view its like he seen a reaper walkin
Nigga wit a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparkin
Shot hit the window get low he tryina off em
Youngin boxed him in and paulie can see the coffin
He get to reachin trigga squeezin tryin get em off em
Them shots ringin youngin squeezin clip empty
Thats when paulie rose right then put six in em
Walked down on em he layin in a puddle
Looked him in the face,”you ain’t learn from yo brother nigga?”