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Meek Mill

Genres: Hip-Hop

Tony Story Part 2 Lyrics - Meek Mill

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 (LAW) 

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 

 

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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 an 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 lil 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 gone pour down 

And it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his nina 

Seen Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamer 

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 its 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 dont give a fuck if the law come 

 

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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 thoe 

There's money on his head and niggas is sayin go 

But youngin he ain't scared, he cool as a fan thoe 

He know its get down with that burner or end up a dead soul 

It was four in the morn', paulie goin home 

Windsheilds wiping, middle of the rain storm 

And paulie he ain't slipping yea 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 befor he park it 

Paulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautious 

But lil did he knoe niggas in the streets talking 

And out his rear veiw its like he seen a reaper walking 

Nigga wit a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparking 

Shot hit the window get low he tryna off em 

Youngin boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffin 

He get to reaching, trigga squeezing, trying get em off em 

Them shots ringing youngin squeezing clip empty 

That's when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in em 

Walked down on em he laying in a puddle 

Looked him in the face, you ain't learn from your brother nigga 

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