Meek Mill - Tony Story, Pt. 2Lyrics

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 bitches 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 ass 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 (LOOORD) 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 Fucking 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 and 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 little 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 gon' 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 nigga fiendin' 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 it's done so he loadin' up his gun And show this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one Got a short temper and clutchin' the long gun And it's on sight he don't give a fuck 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' though There's money on his head and niggas is sayin' go But youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan though He know it's get down with that burner or end up a tag-toed It was four in the morn', Paulie goin' home Windshields wiping, middle of the rain storm And Paulie he ain't slipping yeah 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 before he park it Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious But little did he know niggas in the streets talking And out his rear view it's like he seen a reaper walking Nigga with a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking Shot hit the window get low he tryna off him Youngin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin He get to reaching, trigger squeezing, trying get him off him Them shots ringing youngin' squeezing clip empty That's when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in him Walked down on him he laying in a puddle Looked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?"