Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
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Bring em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
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Sixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing nice
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And Paulie just loving life
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He got them birds and he serving niggas left and right
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Never used to party in them clubs every night
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Popping bottles, blowing paper
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Balling hard, he know they hating
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But they gon' respect it, cause he rocked Tony
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And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely
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And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
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And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
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Cause word on the street that Paulie did that
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Used Key gold digging ass to get back
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Text him through her phone, found out where he live at
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She woke up in the morning like, I never sent that
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But she never told Paulie what she saw
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She was running her mouth, fitting to start a war
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Cause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wall
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Robbing everything moving and breaking every law (LAW)
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And Paulie on a rise now
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Niggas that played the middle picking sides now
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Plus he heard Tony's brother trying to ride now
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So he put a check up on his head, he gotta die now
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Paulie's youngest on the corner
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Tony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a goner
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Fucking with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
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Shots fired, niggas scatter without a warning
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He strapped too, reach and fixing to get up on em
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The gat jam, he bang back trying to avoid em
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Them niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on em
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He hit the alley, get a body he dipping on em
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Said it's on now, try an kill em it's war now
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Swisher in his mouth while loading his four pound
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Feeling like he dead there ain't no remorse now
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Getting high and he thinking bout kicking in doors now
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Momma and lil kids get on the floor now
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Finger on the trigger he feel that it's going down
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Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
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Cause they sad when it rain it really gone pour down
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And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina
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Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer
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Paulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was steaming
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Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'
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And he want this nigga dead before Sunday hit
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But youngin tryna live on some Sunday shit
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And time fly fast it was monday quick
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And paulie bout to get back on his gunplay shit
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And show em how its done so he loadin up his gun
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And show this young nigga he fuck with the wrong one
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Got a short temper and clutchin the long gun
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And it's on sight he dont give a fuck if the law come
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So he out here
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Ridin dirty put down them birdies
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And without fear niggas lurking
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They tryna murder heared he out there
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Niggas spin em they tryna hit em
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Hitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with em
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Youngin layin low he know paulie ain't playin thoe
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There's money on his head and niggas is sayin go
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But youngin he ain't scared, he cool as a fan thoe
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He know its get down with that burner or end up a dead soul
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It was four in the morn', paulie goin home
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Windsheilds wiping, middle of the rain storm
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And paulie he ain't slipping yea he got that thang on
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You know what he did to Tony he won't get the same song so
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When he hit the crib he spin the block befor he park it
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Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious
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But lil did he knoe niggas in the streets talking
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And out his rear veiw its like he seen a reaper walking
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Nigga wit a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking
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Shot hit the window get low he tryna off em
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Youngin boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin
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He get to reaching, trigga squeezing, trying get em off em
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Them shots ringing youngin squeezing clip empty
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That's when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in em
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Walked down on em he laying in a puddle
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Looked him in the face, you ain't learn from your brother nigga
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Tony Story (Pt. 2)
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| Meek Mill |
