Tony Story

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Meek Mill - Rap, In English

Tony Story

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[Intro] This is the life This is the life Yea, this is the life This is the life [Verse] Tony killed his own man Ty for a whole brick Lined him all up and gave him the whole clip Said he wasn't eatin', he wanted his own shit And not to mention, Ty was fuckin' his old bitch But Ty wasn't a shooter, that nigga just sold bricks And Tony he was reckless, he never had no picks Tony was like the Alpo, Ty was the Lil' Rich Two niggas with a dream that plotted on goin' rich Started as a team, but Ty he got on quick Jealousy the reason that Ty got left all stiff Got Tony at the viewing, Ty mom crying to him He hug her, he tell her whoever did this, he gon' do 'em From there it was a silence, she ain't condone violence But they killed her only son so when he said it she just nodded And he told her that he got her, Grimy at its best Like Tony had a cold, he feelin' slimy in his chest Yes, he had the nerve to carry the casket Strapped up before he went, he had to carry his ratchet He nervous, walkin' like he tryna carry him faster Nigga even grabbed the shovel, tried to bury him faster Next week he at the mall, Rollie on his arm Two bad bitches with him, laughing, having a ball Seen Ty cousin Paul, Paul couldn't believe it Same nigga asked him for a front last weekend Walkin' round the mall, Louie on, bags Neiman With the gold diggin' bitches, Little Ke and Bad Trina He dapped Tony up, tryna cap Tony up In his head thinkin' how he gon' clap Tony up But Tony, he ain't worried, 'cause he strapped Tony up Seven days of running, he already turned it up He got Pauly burnin' up, he ready to ride He know Tony a killer but he ready to die Ahhhhh, smell the death all in the air Pauly thinkin' 'bout puttin' a check all on his head, but he can't 'Cause Tony he done killed his first cousin If he let somebody else do it, it won't mean nothin' He wanna see him bleedin', he wanna see him gaspin' Wanna watch him die slow, like he sufferin' from cancer Feel that Tony did it but he don't really know the answer So he gon' let it burn until he get confirmed Couple months fly by, Tony on the high rise Started flippin', now he got them chickens in like Popeye Pauly still gettin' it, always been a top guy He ain't really club, but tonight he gon' stop by Seen Little Ke and them, it was two or three of them Standin' in the line, he said "I'ma pay for me and them" Pulled his money out, started countin' it and teasin' 'em You know Ke gold diggin' ass just wanna be with him Slid up in the club, told the waiter "Give me three of 'em" Bottles of the spade, now Ke just wanna leave with him He said "Where yo phone at", she said "Where you goin' at?" He said "I'ma slide out," she said "I'ma ride out" Told her friends "call y'all tomorrow when I get to my mom house" They got right up out of there, took her to his side house Soon as they got in the crib, she just blew his mind out Wasted off them bottles Pauly bought, she on her nod out But Pauly he ain't goin' to sleep Grab her phone up off the sheets Took it to the living room, her messages he goin' through Scroll up to Tony name, he text her "What you doin' boo" She text him back "I'm in the crib", he text her back "you comin' through?" She text "where I'm comin' to?" he text back "1022, Woodstock in North Philly, take the E-Way to the zoo" She said that "I'm comin' now", look-e here what Pauly found Got the drop on Tony, where he living, and it's goin' down Couple weeks later, Pauly on Woodstock Sittin' in the minivan, tinted with his hood cocked Tony just rode up, Pauly got the good drop .44 in his hand, 'bout to make the hood rock Tony slippin', Pauly all dippin' Walkd' up on his car like "What's poppin' lil' nigga" Tony lookin' shocked, his Glock was in his box So he couldn't grab for it, Paul said "That's yo' ass, boy" He said "you still need that work that you asked for?" Dropped it all on his lap, it was four and a half raw Tony he lookin' crazy, he know that's his last straw And Pauly just let it go, put his brains on the dashboard POW!

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  • Meek Mill