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Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jonathan Rotem
Jonathan Rotem
Paroles/Composition
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Terry Sanchez Wallace
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jonathan Rotem
Jonathan Rotem
Production
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
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Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
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In case you don't know the rest I'ma tell you anyway (J-J-J-J-JR) ayy, ayy Tez on his way, money keep pilin' Multiple sources of income, he buyin' houses Hustle good, all competition threw the towel in Tone got a front, he owed Tez 40,000 But Tone made 90 Had to tuck somethin', yeah, Tone really grimy Gave Tez 35K and it only took a couple days But Tez kept his cool 'cause he know his uncle slimy That next week, he hit him with the same pack Like, "Since you was short, bring everything back" Tone like, "Nigga, you tryna play me like a jack" Lil' Tez like, "Play by the rules or get whacked" "Say no more," Tone took the package, hit the door He know if he play with Tez, it's gon' get him sent home Made his mind up, he ain't comin' back, he gone Make another 90, then he better off alone Nurse bitch like, "You gotta cut dog off I know that's your uncle, but he a snake and he soft" Tez like, "Listen, you make a valid case But that's blood, so you need to know your motherfuckin' place" She like, "I'm the reason you got all that ice on And I can press a button and make sure that ice gone" Tone on the road, cakin' hard on the phone The troops pull up and turned all they lights on Found pills and a gun, Tone out the game Fed interview, he tryna get up out them chains He knowin' if he take it to court, he gettin' flamed Tone folded, gave up a name He like, "Lil' Tez did it, lil' Tez with it" Meanwhile Tez tellin' the nurse, "Pack up your shit, bitch" He turn around, she was holdin' up a big blick Hit him in his head four times, now his shit split And Tone can't tell on no dead nigga Hit trial and got 500 months, feds hit him The nurse rich and still workin' in the 'spital They don't even know it, but she workin' on her next victim Tone on the yard, body full of hate A nigga walk up to him like, "What up, bro? I'm Kane I heard about you and your nephew out there gettin' cake It's a guard in here sayin' for an M, we can escape" Tone like, "It ain't shit to get a light million" Turned to the guard, that's when dog put that knife in him His old crew put a hit on him through Kane Claude and Ray, Tone went from the yard to the grave Claude and Ray, Tone went from the yard to the grave Hold up, Claude and Ray, Tone went from the yard to the grave, nigga
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