Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tony Story, Pt. 2, artist - Meek Mill.
Date of issue: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tony Story, Pt. 2 |
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 Bimmer |
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?» |