Meek Mill Lyrics
"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 n*ggas 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 b*tches 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
N*ggas 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
F*cking with that lean, he dipping one in the morning
Shots fired, n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 said when it rain it's really gonna 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 n*gga fiendin'
And he want this n*gga dead before Sunday hit
But youngin' tryna live on some Sunday sh*t
And time fly fast, it was Monday quick
And Paulie 'bout to get back on his gunplay sh*t
And show 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gun
And show this young n*gga he f*ck with the wrong one
Got a short temper and clutchin' the long gun
And it's on sight, he don't give a f*ck if the law come

So he out here
Ridin' dirty put down them birdies
And without fear n*ggas lurking
They tryna murder heared he out there
N*ggas spin 'em, they tryna hit 'em
Hitting every corner seeing n*ggas but he ain't with em
Youngin' layin' low, he know Paulie ain't playin' tho'
There's money on his head and n*ggas is sayin' go
But youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan tho'
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, 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 before he park it
Paulie ain't b*tch at all, Paulie just cautious
But lil' did he know n*ggas in the streets talking
And out his rear view it's like he seen a reaper walking
N*gga wit' a hoodie, all you hear is heaters sparking
Shots 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 him
Walked down on him, he laying in a puddle
Looked him in the face, you ain't learn from your brother n*gga