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Tony Story, Pt. 2 - Meek Mill
Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring em back twenty years they was homies tight

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 blowing 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 getting money so them b**ches all on him
And his young boys riding they ready to fall for him
Cause word on the street that Paulie did that

Used Key gold digging a** to get 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 fitting to start a war
Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall
Robbing everything moving and breaking every law (law)

And Paulie on a rise now

Niggas that played the middle picking sides now

Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to ride now
So he put a check up on his head he gotta die now

Paulie's youngest on the corner
Tony's little brother he slipping yea he's a goner
F**king with that lean he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired niggas scatter without a warning
He strapped too reach and fixing to get up on em
The gat jam he bang back trying to avoid em
Them niggas dumping he get up running and hitting on em
He hit the alley get a body he dipping on em
Said it's on now try an kill em it's war now
Swisher in his mouth while loading his four pound
Feeling like he dead there ain't no remorse now
Getting high and he thinking bout kicking in doors now
Momma and lil kids get on the floor now

Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going down
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
Cause they sad when it rain it really gone pour down
And it's raining like Katrina he got thirty in his nina
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer
Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
Addicted to the murder so you know that ni**a fiendin'
And he want this ni**a dead before Sunday hit

But youngin tryna live on some Sunday sh*t

And time fly fast it was monday quick

And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay sh*t
And show em how its done so he loadin up his gun
And show this young ni**a he f**k with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin the long gun
And it's on sight he don't give a f**k if the law come
So he out here
Ridin dirty put down them birdies
And without fear niggas lurking
They tryna murder heared he out there
Niggas spin em they tryna hit em
Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with em
Youngin layin low he know paulie ain't playin thoe
There's 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 with that burner or end up a dead soul
It was four in the morn' paulie goin home

Windsheilds wiping middle of the rain storm

And paulie he ain't slipping yea he got that thang on
You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
When he hit the crib he spin the block befor he park it
Paulie ain't b**ch at all Paulie just cautious
But lil did he knoe niggas in the streets talking

And out his rear veiw its like he seen a reaper walking
Ni**a wit a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
Shot hit the window get low he tryna off em
Youngin boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching trigga squeezing trying get em off em
Them shots ringing youngin squeezing clip empty
That's when Paulie rose like Derrick put six in em
Walked down on em he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face you ain't learn from your brother ni**a