Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only rightBring 'em back twenty years, they was homies, tightSixth grade, for the love of the paper ain't nothing niceAnd Paulie just loving lifeHe got them birds and he serving niggas left and rightNever used to party in them clubs every nightPopping bottles, blowing paperBalling hard, he know they hatingBut they gon' respect it, cause he rocked TonyAnd Tony had the hood on smash by his lonelyAnd Paulie getting money so them bitches all on himAnd his young boys riding, they ready to fall for himCause word on the street that Paulie did thatUsed Key gold digging ass to get backText him through her phone, found out where he live atShe woke up in the morning like, I never sent thatBut she never told Paulie what she sawShe was running her mouth, fitting to start a warCause Tony's little brother sixteen and up the wallRobbing everything moving and breaking every law (Laawd!)And Paulie on a rise nowNiggas that played the middle picking sides nowPlus he heard Tony's brother trying to ride nowSo he put a check up on his head, he gotta die nowPaulie's youngest on the cornerTony's little brother he slipping, yea he's a gonerFucking with that lean, he dipping one in the morningShots fired, niggas scatter without a warningHe strapped too, reach and fixing to get up on 'emThe gat jam, he bang back trying to avoid 'emThem niggas dumping, he get up running and hitting on 'emHe hit the alley, get a body he dipping on 'emSaid it's on now, try and kill 'em it's war nowSwisher in his mouth while loading his four poundFeeling like he dead there ain't no remorse nowGetting high and he thinking 'bout kicking in doors nowMomma and little kids get on the floor nowFinger on the trigger he feel that it's going downOld ladies gotta hear that thunderstorm soundCause they sad when it rain it really gon' pour downAnd it's raining like Katrina, he got thirty in his ninaSeen Paulie car dropped thirty in his beamerPaulie wasn't in it when he heared it he was steamingAddicted to the murder so you know that nigga fiendin'And he want this nigga dead before Sunday hitBut youngin' tryna live on some Sunday shitAnd time fly fast it was Monday quickAnd paulie bout to get back on his gunplay shitAnd show 'em how it's done so he loadin' up his gunAnd show this young nigga he fuck with the wrong oneGot a short temper and clutchin' the long gunAnd it's on sight he don't give a fuck if the law comeSo he out hereRidin' dirty put down them birdiesAnd without fear niggas lurkingThey tryna murder heared he out thereNiggas spin 'em they tryna hit 'emHitting every corner seeing niggas but he ain't with 'emYoungin' layin' low he know Paulie ain't playin' thoughThere's money on his head and niggas is sayin' goBut youngin' he ain't scared, he cool as a fan thoughHe know it's get down with that burner or end up a tag-toedIt was four in the morn', Paulie goin' homeWindshields wiping, middle of the rain stormAnd Paulie he ain't slipping yeah he got that thang onYou know what he did to Tony he won't get the same song soWhen he hit the crib he spin the block before he park itPaulie ain't bitch at all Paulie just cautiousBut little did he know niggas in the streets talkingAnd out his rear view it's like he seen a reaper walkingNigga with a hoodie all you hear is heaters sparkingShot hit the window get low he tryna off himYoungin' boxed him in and Paulie can see the coffinHe get to reaching, trigger squeezing, trying get him off himThem shots ringing youngin' squeezing clip emptyThat's when Paulie rose like Derrick, put six in himWalked down on him he laying in a puddleLooked him in the face, "you ain't learn from your brother nigga?" *gun shots*
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