Tony Story, Pt. 2

Paulie killed Tony, right? (Right)

And Tony killed Ty, so it was only right (Right)

Thinkin' back twenty years, they was homies, tight

Sixth grade, for the love of the paper, ain't nothin' nice (Uh-uh)

And Paulie just a-lovin' life

He got them birds, and he's servin' **** left and right

Never used to party in them clubs every night

Poppin' bottles, blowin' paper

Ballin' hard, he know they hatin'

But they gon' respect it, 'cause he rocked Tony (Tony)

And Tony had the hood on, smashed by his lonely

And Paulie gettin' money, so them bitches all on him

And his young boys ridin', they ready to fall for him (They ready)

'Cause word on the street that Paulie did that (That)

Used Key gold, diggin' ass to get back (Back)

Textin' through her phone, found out where he live at (Yeah?)

She woke up in mornin' like I never sent that

But she never told Paulie what she saw

She was runnin' her mouth, fittin' to start a war (Paulie)

'Cause Tony little brother sixteen and up the wall

Robbin' e'rything movin' and breakin' every law, law

And Paulie on the rise now (On the rise)

**** that played the middle pickin' sides now (Pickin' sides now)

Plus he heard Tony's brother tryna ride now

So he put a trick up on his head, he gotta die now

(I want this **** dead)

Paulie youngest in the corner

Tony's little brother, he slippin', yeah, he's a goner

Fuckin' with that lean, he dippin' one in the mornin'

Shots fired, **** scatter without a warnin'

He strapped too, reach and fixin' to get up on 'em

The gat jam, he bang back, tryna avoid 'em

Them **** 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 and kill 'em, it's war now

Swisher in his mouth while loadin' his four pound

Feelin' like he's dead and there ain't no remorse now

Gettin' high and he's thinkin' about kickin' in doors now

(Get on the floor)

Mama and lil' kids, get on the floor now (Ah)

Finger on the trigger, he feel that its goin' down (Ooh)

Old lady's gotta hear that thunderstorm sound

'Cause they said when it rain, it's really gon' pour down

And it's rainin' like Katrina, he got 30 in his nina (Scram)

Seen Paulie car, dropped 30 in his Beamer (30)

Paulie wasn't in it when he heard that it was steamin' (Killin' it)

Addicted to murder, so you know that **** fiendin'

And he want his **** dead 'fore Sunday hit (Hit)

But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday shit (Yeah)

And time fly fast, it was Monday quick

And Paulie 'bout to get back on his gunplay shit

And show 'em how it's done, so he loadin' up his gun

And show this young **** he fucked with the wrong one

Got a short temper and clutchin' a long gun

And it's on sight, he don't give a fuck if the law come

So he outchea

Ridin' dirty, put down them birdies

And without fear, **** lurkin'

They tryna murder, hear he out there

**** spin 'em, they tryna hit 'em

Hittin' e'ry corner, seein' **** but he ain't with 'em

Youngin' laying' low, he know Paulie ain't playin' though (Naw)

There's money on his head and **** is sayin' go (It's real)

But youngin' ain't scared, he cool as a fan, though

He know it's get down with that burner or end up a tag-toe

It was four in the morn' (Morn'), Paulie gon' home (Home)

Windshields wipin', middle of the rainstorm (Storm)

And Paulie ain't slippin', yeah, he got that thing on (Yeah)

You what he did to Tony, he won't get the same song (Damn)

So when he hit the crib, he spin the block 'fore he park it (Park)

Paulie ain't bitchin', naw, Paulie just cautious

But little did he know, **** in the streets talkin' (Talkin')

And out his rearview, it's like he seen a reaper walkin' (Dang)

**** with a hoodie, all you hear is heaters sparkin'

Shots hit the window, get low, he tryna off him

Youngin' boxed him in, and Paulie could see the coffin

He get to reachin', trigger squeezin', tryna get him off him (Ah)

Them shots ringin, youngin' squeezin', clip empty

That's when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him

Walked down on him, he layin' in a puddle

Looked him in the face, you ain't learned from your brother, ****?

Pow, pow, pow