Meek Mill - Tony Story, Pt. 2 lyrics

Paulie killed Tony right? (Right)
And Tony killed Ty, so it was only right
(Right)
Thinkin' back twenty years, they was homies
Tight
Sixth grade, for the love of the paper
Ain't nothin' nice (Uh, uh)
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 (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 (They ready)
'Cause word on the street


That Paulie did that (That)
Used Key gold, digging ass to get back (Back)
Text him through her phone
Found out where he live at (yeah)
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 (Lord)
And Paulie on a rise now (On a rise)
Niggas that played the middle
Pickin' sides now (Pickin' 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 (I want this nigga dead)

Paulie's youngest on the corner
Tony's little brother, he slipping, yeah
He's a goner
Fuckin' with that lean, he dipping
One in the morning
Shots fired, niggas scatter without a warning
He strapped too, reachin'
Bet you they get up on him
The gat jam, he bang back, tryna avoid 'em
Them niggas dumpin'
He get up running and hittin' 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
Feelin' like he dead
It ain't no remorse now
Gettin' high and he thinking 'bout
Kicking in doors now (Get on the floor)
Momma and little kids, get on the floor now
(Ah) finger on the trigger, he feel it
It's going down (O oh)
Old ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm sound
'Cause they sad when it rain
It's really gon' pour down
And it's raining like Katrina
He got thirty in his Nina (Strapped)
Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his Bimmer
(Thirty)
Paulie wasn't in it when, he heard it
He was steaming (Kill this nigga)
Addicted to the murder
So you know that nigga fiendin'
And he want this nigga dead 'fore Sunday hit
(Hit)
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday shit
(yeah)
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 (Murder)
And show this young nigga he
Fucked 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 lurkin'
They tryna murder, heard he out there
Niggas spinin', they try and hit him
Hittin' every corner, seein' niggas
But he ain't with 'em (He ain't)
A youngin' layin' low
He know Paulie ain't playin' though (Nah)
There's money on his head
And niggas is sayin', "Go"
(It's real)
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 tagged-toe
It was four in the morn'
(Morn') , Paulie goin' home (Home)
Windshields wipin', middle of the rain storm
(Storm)
And Paulie, he ain't slipping, yeah
He got that thang on (yeah)
You know what he did to Tony
He won't get the same song so (Damn)
When he hit the crib
He spin the block 'fore he park it (Park)
Paulie ain't a bitch, nah
Paulie just cautious but little did he know
Niggas in the streets talkin' (Talkin')
And out his rear view
It's like he seen a reaper walking (yeah)
Nigga with a hoodie
All you hear is heaters sparkin'
Shots hit the window, get low
He tryna off him youngin' boxed him in
And Paulie can see the coffin
He get to reaching, trigger squeezin'
Trying get him off him (Ah)
Them shots ringing, youngins 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?"
Baow, baow, baow