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Paulie killed Tony right? And Tony killed Ty so it was only right Bring ‘em back 20 years they was only tykes 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, blowin 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 gettin’ money so them bitches all on him And his young boys ridin’, they ready to fall for him Cause word on the street that Paulie did that Used Key gold diggin’ ass to get ‘em 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, lookin’ to start a war Cause Tony’s little brother 16 and up the wall Robbin’ everything movin’ and breakin’ every law (LAW) And Paulie on a rise now Niggas that played the middle pickin’ sides now Plus he heard Tony’s brother tryin’ to ride now So he put the check up on his head, he gotta die now “I want this nigga dead” Letras de canciones Paulie’s youngest on the corner Tony’s little brother he slippin’, yea he’s a goner Fucking with that lean, he dippin’ one in the morning Shots fired, niggas scatter without a warnin’ He strapped too, reach and fixin’ to get up on ‘em The gat jam, he bang back tryin’ to avoid ‘em Them niggas dumpin’, he get up runnin’ and hittin’ on ‘em He hit the alley, get a body he dippin’ on ‘em Said “it’s on now”, try an kill em its war now Swisher in his mouth while loadin his four pound Feelin like he dead there ain’t no remource now Gettin high and he thinkin bout kickin in doors now Mamma and lil kids get on the floor now Finger on the trigger he feel it its goin down Old ladys gotta hear that thunder storm sound Cuz they sad when it rain it really gone pour down And its rainin like Katrina, he got 30 in his ninna Seen paulie car droped 30 in his beamer Paulie wasn’t in it when he heared it he was steamin Addicted to the murder so you know that nigga feindin 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 wit the wrong one Got a short temper and clutchin the long gun So he out here Ridin dirty put down them birdies And without fear niggas lurkin They tryina murder heared he out there Niggas spin em they tryina hit em Hittin every corner seein niggas but he ain’t wit em Youngin layin low he know paulie ain’t playin thoe Theres 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 wit that burner or end up a dead soul It was four in the morn’, paulie goin home Windsheilds wipin, middle of the rain storm And paulie he ain’t slippin yea he got that thang on You know what he did to tony he won’t get the same ? So when he hit the crib he spin the block befor he park it Paulie ain’t bitch at all paulie just causious But lil did he knoe niggas in the streets talkin And out his rear view its like he seen a reaper walkin Nigga wit a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparkin Shot hit the window get low he tryina off em Youngin boxed him in and paulie can see the coffin He get to reachin trigga squeezin tryin get em off em Them shots ringin youngin squeezin clip empty Thats when paulie rose right then put six in em Walked down on em he layin in a puddle Looked him in the face,”you ain’t learn from yo brother nigga?” From Letras Mania