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
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
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 niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
