Tsu Surf - Mista Story (Tony Story Part 2) lyrics
[Tsu Surf - Mista Story Tony Story Part 2 lyrics]
Tony had a lil' pack runna' named Mista'
Saw something in him plus he
Was fuckin' his sister
Reminded him of Tony and Ty
Back in them pictures
Durant and Westbrook wit lil' badass Victor
Tony saw a goon, took a liking to him pronto
Mista' sixteen
He was thirty in his mind though
Move with a small team
Never left his nine though
Moms takin mama out the hood
She need a condo still a lil' demon in him
Tony saw the leader in him
Never had a brother, so the stash
He gonna leave it with him
Mista' grabs every word, listen to him slowly
Told him keep the strap and
He never feel lonely
Help him get his weight up
Shit he was a lil' boney
Got him chasin all the Jacksons
Now he feelin' like Kobe
Mista' called Victor
They was from the same block
Used to fuck the same chicks
Even had the same Glock
Both was raised by the streets
So they had the same pops
Vowed to never snitch on each other
No name drops tony taught Mista all he
Could about the kitchen
Stories bout the hard life
Laugh bout the bitches
Even told him how and why Ty went missin'
Mista' ain't respond but his eyes
Said he get it
Couple weeks later they was
Ballin at the mall
Mista' wanted everything he seen on the wall
Pulled out a knot and threw
The china man a ball
Left the store with ten bags
The lil nigga bought it all
Seein' Tony talkin to a nigga from a far
That he seen once or twice
At a neighborhood bar
By the time he got to Tony
Boy was headed to the car
He said, "What’s that nigga name?"
Tony said, "Who Paul?"
He say, "Oh you fuck wit him?"
Tony said, "Nah, and if you
Ever catch him slippin son
Get him for it all"
Then he asked where the fuck
Trina and lil' Kia but they was rollin' up
Getting blunted in the beamer
Now back to the trap spot
Money to be balled at
Tony on his way out, Mista' getting called at
Got this new game right where he want it at
Long way from trey bags
Knockin' off them hundred packs
Marathon in the strip, his block
He was runnin that and big bruh Tony
Who he had to thank because of that
He was loyal, you could see it in his eyes
Never second guessed when it was
Shoot or be shot
Standin' on that curb, perfect vision
To the sky, thinkin "Damn
What if I’m gonna get it like Ty?"
Come to think about it
He was chillin wit Lil’ Moni
Getting head, playing Xbox
Blowin' on the rollie phone starts singin
"Man I do it for my homies"
It was Victor, cryin
"Hey bruh they got Tony!"
He ain't even let him get
The rest off his chest
Grabbed his car keys, a black hoodie
And some sweats popped three pills
Took a shot he thinkin death
All he needed was his gloves
And his thirty shot tech
Hop up in his drop, racin off the block
One hand speedin, screamin
"Niggas getting shot!"
Other hand, techs is shakin
Meet me at the spot
In a square, that even death
Getting fitted for a box
Get there round 4, Victor at the door
Lookin like a psycho, said
"I found the lil' whore" "Where?"
"Well Kelly Told Ma and Ma
Told Phee you know that
Thick bitch that be pushin
Round the Z?’ "yeah"
"Well I be fuckin wit her and
You know she keep it
G heard the streets whisper Paulie
And this lil bitch Ki" mista' grab her chin
"Bitch tell me what you did!"
She cryin, "It was Paulie, I can put that on
My kid it was all a set up
I got paid for the gig"
Then she ran it all down
Hopin that he let em' live
She looked him in the eye
You could still see a kid
But when Mista' dropped a tear
She realized what she did
Victor knew what was next, he lit another cig
Thinkin bout another ho, what he gon'n did
Hands behind the back, she went to yell
"Let me live!" and before she got to blink
Mista split her whole wig
Couple weeks later
Paulie chillin with some bum bitch
It was really Moni
She was playin like a jump bitch
Kissin on his snake face
Suckin on his young dick
Mista' needed a favor
He said that he’d be done quick
He ain't leave witnesses, silly her
Dumb bitch lights off
Creepin up the block in some junk shit
Vic behind the wheel
He out the window wit a drum clip
Paulie felt the presence
Turn around an' he jump quick
Mista' smiled then he yelled out
"Punk bitch i came to holla and
Nah I don’t want bricks"
"You thought that niggas wouldn’t peep
You with that fuck
Shit and my big bruh Tony said suck this!"
Let's off 6 shots
Saw something in him plus he
Was fuckin' his sister
Reminded him of Tony and Ty
Back in them pictures
Durant and Westbrook wit lil' badass Victor
Tony saw a goon, took a liking to him pronto
Mista' sixteen
He was thirty in his mind though
Move with a small team
Never left his nine though
Moms takin mama out the hood
She need a condo still a lil' demon in him
Tony saw the leader in him
Never had a brother, so the stash
He gonna leave it with him
Mista' grabs every word, listen to him slowly
Told him keep the strap and
He never feel lonely
Help him get his weight up
Shit he was a lil' boney
Got him chasin all the Jacksons
Now he feelin' like Kobe
Mista' called Victor
They was from the same block
Used to fuck the same chicks
Even had the same Glock
Both was raised by the streets
So they had the same pops
Vowed to never snitch on each other
No name drops tony taught Mista all he
Could about the kitchen
Stories bout the hard life
Laugh bout the bitches
Even told him how and why Ty went missin'
Mista' ain't respond but his eyes
Said he get it
Couple weeks later they was
Ballin at the mall
Mista' wanted everything he seen on the wall
Pulled out a knot and threw
The china man a ball
Left the store with ten bags
The lil nigga bought it all
Seein' Tony talkin to a nigga from a far
That he seen once or twice
At a neighborhood bar
By the time he got to Tony
Boy was headed to the car
He said, "What’s that nigga name?"
Tony said, "Who Paul?"
He say, "Oh you fuck wit him?"
Tony said, "Nah, and if you
Ever catch him slippin son
Get him for it all"
Then he asked where the fuck
Trina and lil' Kia but they was rollin' up
Getting blunted in the beamer
Now back to the trap spot
Money to be balled at
Tony on his way out, Mista' getting called at
Got this new game right where he want it at
Long way from trey bags
Knockin' off them hundred packs
Marathon in the strip, his block
He was runnin that and big bruh Tony
Who he had to thank because of that
He was loyal, you could see it in his eyes
Never second guessed when it was
Shoot or be shot
Standin' on that curb, perfect vision
To the sky, thinkin "Damn
What if I’m gonna get it like Ty?"
Come to think about it
He was chillin wit Lil’ Moni
Getting head, playing Xbox
Blowin' on the rollie phone starts singin
"Man I do it for my homies"
It was Victor, cryin
"Hey bruh they got Tony!"
He ain't even let him get
The rest off his chest
Grabbed his car keys, a black hoodie
And some sweats popped three pills
Took a shot he thinkin death
All he needed was his gloves
And his thirty shot tech
Hop up in his drop, racin off the block
One hand speedin, screamin
"Niggas getting shot!"
Other hand, techs is shakin
Meet me at the spot
In a square, that even death
Getting fitted for a box
Get there round 4, Victor at the door
Lookin like a psycho, said
"I found the lil' whore" "Where?"
"Well Kelly Told Ma and Ma
Told Phee you know that
Thick bitch that be pushin
Round the Z?’ "yeah"
"Well I be fuckin wit her and
You know she keep it
G heard the streets whisper Paulie
And this lil bitch Ki" mista' grab her chin
"Bitch tell me what you did!"
She cryin, "It was Paulie, I can put that on
My kid it was all a set up
I got paid for the gig"
Then she ran it all down
Hopin that he let em' live
She looked him in the eye
You could still see a kid
But when Mista' dropped a tear
She realized what she did
Victor knew what was next, he lit another cig
Thinkin bout another ho, what he gon'n did
Hands behind the back, she went to yell
"Let me live!" and before she got to blink
Mista split her whole wig
Couple weeks later
Paulie chillin with some bum bitch
It was really Moni
She was playin like a jump bitch
Kissin on his snake face
Suckin on his young dick
Mista' needed a favor
He said that he’d be done quick
He ain't leave witnesses, silly her
Dumb bitch lights off
Creepin up the block in some junk shit
Vic behind the wheel
He out the window wit a drum clip
Paulie felt the presence
Turn around an' he jump quick
Mista' smiled then he yelled out
"Punk bitch i came to holla and
Nah I don’t want bricks"
"You thought that niggas wouldn’t peep
You with that fuck
Shit and my big bruh Tony said suck this!"
Let's off 6 shots