Tony Story 3

Tony dead and his brother too

Streets talking every week the cops coming through

And homicide scooping **** outta Paulie crew

Damn, he in some shit just like a number 2

So he need that lawyer money

Plus that sick soil money

On his second body so

You don’t wanna owe him money

Paulie got the word that somebody turned informant on him

‘Member when he banged on Tony brother, spin the corner on him?

Maybe it’s them young **** talkin' to the police

Think about it every night

Ain’t been getting no sleep

He been spinning ‘round that same corner for the whole week

Looking for the motherfuckers

That was there with Tony brother

When they let the clip roll on him

Going crazy thinking ‘bout who told on him

Time ticking, doors 'bout to close on him

Them boys on the way to see the judge for a warrant

And it got his name on it

Tryna put them chains on him

Cold as them streets is

He tryna remain on it

Even though the cops lurking

Gotta keep them thangs on him

Laying low at Ke's crib

Only one ain’t change on him

And she giving info

Told him where to hit folk

Put him deep with Tony little cousins, all his kinfolk

Probably on some other shit

Tryna get him sent for

Them young **** bending backwards for him like it’s limbo

And they tryna kill something

Cops tryna build something

Paulie ain’t tryna do no time, take a deal, nothing

Loading up his AK, banana, tryna peel something

Tryna catch a rat **** slipping 'fore they spill somethin'

Somebody gon' die

And mamas gon' cry

Before Paulie doing time

'Cause Paulie gon' ride

Back in the field, he got his .40 on him

Watchin' out for tinted windows when they pull up on him

He don’t even trust the **** 'round the corner from him

That he grew up with, he done got into it with

Investigating **** if they telling or not

And now they feel some type of way he disrespecting the block

But Paulie don’t give a fuck

You disrespect him, you shot

Live by that chopper law and respect to the Glock

Hold up, the phone ringin', say they rushing the spot

The only time he play that crib is when he fucking a thot

He was fucking with Ke, and she was fucking a opp

But he aint never think about that she would fuck with the cops

She told ‘em everything, ****

I know you thought that she would never sing, would you?

Rule number one, keep them bitches from out your business

Rule number two, better kill 'em you know they snitchin'

It's all fun and games till them bitches turn to a witness

And now you in the courtroom waiting to get your sentence

So he out at Ke crib, four in the morning

Parked up, seat low to the floor

She on the way, he feel a way

This was one of his whores

And since he been on the run

He been fucking her more

Thinking 'bout it if she come

Open the door, take a deep breath

I know what I’m doing

‘Cause she gon' go to court or she gon’ go to the morgue

And he gon’ go to jail and she gon’ go to the mall

So he started walking while she parking

Wasn’t even cautious

Popped up on her at the driver window after darkness

He was supposed to shoot her

But he started talking

She screaming out, “I’m pregnant”

Now he thinking, “Aw shit”

Started second-guessing

That’s right when the car spin

Paulie heart drop, he seen a Taurus

So he took off running with the hammer

Tried to toss it

Cops shooting metal slugs

Ripping through car tint

Bullets hit his body while he running, now he fallin'

Damn, Paulie, bullet holes

Cuffs on, let him bleed

Double murder, attempted murder, yes, indeed

If he live, life sentence, never leave

If he dies, nobody cry for the bad guy

Fronting **** workin', they the glad guys

Happy they ain’t gotta pay the tab guys

Paulie make it through to see a trap guy

Drowning in his own blood, on his backside

They say he gon’ pull through

And he gettin' charged too

Lawyer came to see him, say he need like eighty lives too

Got him in the county, Tony peoples 'hind them walls too

And they say his lil’ cousin crippin', bangin' hard too

And Paulie killed his favorite lil’ cousin, back on Part 2

And he can’t wait to fall through

Friday, they calling yard too

And Paulie on crutches

Took the screw up out the handle

Scraped that bitch till it got sharp too

To be continued

I know you want me to fall, but I can’t

Part 4 gon’ be a movie, ****

Literally