| Tony dead and his brother too
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| Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through
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| And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew
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| Damn, he in some shit just like a number two
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| So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money
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| On his second body so you don’t want to war with money
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| Paulie got the word that somebody turned informant on him
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| Remember when he banged on Tony brother spin the corner on him
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| Maybe its them young niggas, talkin' to the police
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| Thinking about it every night, ain’t been gettin' no sleep
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| He been spinnin' 'round that same corner for the whole week
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| Lookin' for them muthafuckers that was there with Tony brother when he let the
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| clip roll on 'em
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| Going crazy thinkin' 'bout who told on him
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| Time tickin' doors 'bout to close on him
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| Them boys on the way to see the judge for a warrant
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| And they got his name on it, tryna put them chains on him
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| Cold as them streets is, he tryna remain on it
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| Even though the cops lurkin', got to keep them things on 'em
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| Layin' low at Kee crib, only one ain’t changed on him
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| And she givin' info, told where to hit for
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| Put 'em deep with Tony lil' cousins and his kin folk
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| Paulie on some other shit, tryna get 'em sent for
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| Them young nigga bendin' backwards for him like its limbo
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| And they tryna kill somethin', cops tryna build somethin'
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| Paulie ain’t tryna do no time take a deal, nothin'
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| Loadin' up his AK banana tryna peel somethin'
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| Tryna catch a rat nigga slippin' 'fore they spill somethin'
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| Somebody gon' die
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| And mommas gon' cry
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| Before Paulie doin' time
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| Cause Paulie gon' ride
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| Back in the field he got his 40 on him
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| Watchin' out for tinted windows when they pull up on him
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| He don’t even trust the niggas 'round the corner from him
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| That he grew up with, he done got into it with
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| Investigatin' niggas if they tellin' or not
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| And then they feel some type of way he disrespectin' the block
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| But Paulie don’t give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot
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| Live by the chopper law and respect of the Glock
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| Hold up the phone ringin' said they rushin' the spot
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| The only time he play that crib is when he fuckin' a thot
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| He was fuckin' with Kee and she was fuckin' an op
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| But he ain’t never think about it, she’ll fuck with the cops
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| She told 'em everything nigga
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| I know you thought that she’ll never sing would you?
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| Rule number one: keep them bitches from out your business
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| Rule number two: better kill 'em you know they snitchin'
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| It’s all fun and games 'til them bitches turn to a witness
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| And know you in the courtroom waiting to get your sentence
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| Saw you out at Kee crib four in the morn'
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| Parked up seat low to the floor
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| She on the way he feel a way, this was one of his whores
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| And since he been on the run, he been fuckin' em more
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| Thinkin' about her if she come, open the door
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| Take a deep breath, I know what I’m doin'
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| Cause she gon' go to court and she gon' go to the morgue
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| And he gon' to jail and she gon' go to the mall
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| So he started walkin' while she parking
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| Wasn’t even cautious
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| Parked up on her, had to drive her window out the darkness
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| He was supposed to shoot her, but he started talkin'
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| She screamin' out «I'm pregnant,» now he thinkin' «Aw shit»
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| Started second guessin', that’s when them cars spin
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| Paulie heart dropped he seen the Taurus
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| So he took off runnin' with the hammer, tried to toss it
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| Cops shootin' metal slugs rippin' through the car tint
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| Bullets hit his body while he runnin' and now he fallin'
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| Damn Paulie, bullet holes
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| Cuffs on let him bleed
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| Double murder, attempted murder, yes indeed
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| If he live, life sentence never leave
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| If he dies nobody cry for the bad guy
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| Fronted niggas workin' they the glad guys
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| Happy they ain’t got to pay the tab guys
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| Paulie make it through to see the trap God
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| Drownin' in his blood on his back side
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| They say he gon' pull through and he gettin' charged too
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| Lawyer came to see him said he need like 80 large too
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| Got him in the County Tony people 'hind them walls too
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| And they say his little cousin crippin' bangin' hard too
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| And Paulie killed his favorite little cousin back on Part 2
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| And he can’t wait to fall through
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| Friday they callin' yard too
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| And Paulie on crutches took the screw up out the handles scrape that bitch 'til
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| it got sharp too
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| To be continued
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| I, know, you, want me to fall
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| But, I can’t
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| Part 4 gon' be a movie nigga, literally |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tony Story 3 , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album DC4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп