Wrong song

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 nigga