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mista story [tony story part 2] - tsu surf lyrics

[intro}

[verse 1 – tsu surf]
tony had a lil’ pack runna’ named mista’
saw something in him plus he was f-ckin’ his sister
reminded him of tony and ty back in them pictures
durant and westbrook wit lil’ bad-ss victor
tony saw a goon, took a liking to him pr-nto
mista’ sixteen, he was thirty in his mind though
move with a small team, never left his nine though
moms takin mama out the hood, she need a condo
still a lil’ demon in him, tony saw the leader in him
never had a brother, so the stash, he gonna leave it with him
mista’ grabs every word, listen to him slowly
told him keep the strap and he never feel lonely
help him get his weight up, sh-t he was a lil’ boney
got him chasin all the jacksons, now he feelin’ like kobe
mista’ called victor, they was from the same block
used to f-ck the same chicks even had the same glock
both was raised by the streets, so they had the same pops
vowed to never snitch on each other, no name drops
tony taught mista all he could about the kitchen
stories bout the hard life, laugh bout the b-tches
even told him how and why ty went missin’
mista’ ain’t respond but his eyes said he get it

[verse 2 – tsu surf]
couple weeks later they was ballin at the mall
mista’ wanted everything he seen on the wall
pulled out a knot and threw the china man a ball
left the store with ten bags, the lil n-gga bought it all
seein’ tony talkin to a n-gga from a far, that he seen once or twice at a neighborhood bar
by the time he got to tony, boy was headed to the car
he said, “what’s that n-gga name?”
tony said, “who paul?”
he say, “oh you f-ck wit him?”
tony said, “nah, and if you ever catch him slippin son, get him for it all”
then he asked where the f-ck trina and lil’ kia
but they was rollin’ up, getting blunted in the beamer
now back to the trap spot, money to be balled at
tony on his way out, mista’ getting called at
got this new game right where he want it at
long way from trey bags, knockin’ off them hundred packs
marathon in the strip, his block, he was runnin that
and big bruh tony, who he had to thank because of that
he was loyal, you could see it in his eyes
never second guessed when it was shoot or be shot
standin’ on that curb, perfect vision to the sky, thinkin “d-mn, what if i’m gonna get it like ty?”

[verse 3 – tsu surf]
come to think about it, he was chillin wit lil’ moni
getting head, playing xbox, blowin’ on the rollie
phone starts singin, “man i do it for my homies”
it was victor, cryin, “hey bruh they got tony!!”
he ain’t even let him get the rest off his chest
grabbed his car keys, a black hoodie, and some sweats
popped three pills, took a shot; he thinkin death
all he needed was his gloves and his thirty shot tech
hop up in his drop, racin off the block
one hand speedin, screamin, “n-ggas getting shot!!”
other hand, techs is shakin, meet me at the spot
in a square, that even death, getting fitted for a box
get there round 4, victor at the door
lookin like a psycho, said, “i found the lil’ wh0r-.” “where?”
“well kelly told ma and ma told phee. you know that thick b-tch that be pushin round the z?’ “yeah.”
“well i be f-ckin wit her and you know she keep it g. heard the streets whisper paulie and this lil b-tch ki”
mista’ grab her chin, “b-tch tell me what you did!!”
she cryin, “it was paulie, i can put that on my kid. it was all a set up, i got paid for the gig”
then she ran it all down, hopin that he let em’ live
she looked him in the eye, you could still see a kid
but when mista’ dropped a tear, she realized what she did
victor knew what was next, he lit another cig
thinkin bout another ho, what he gon’n did
hands behind the back, she went to yell, “let me live!!”
and before she got to blink, mista split her whole wig
couple weeks later, paulie chillin with some bum b-tch
it was really moni, she was playin like a jump b-tch
kissin on his snake face, suckin on his young d-ck
mista’ needed a favor, he said that he’d be done quick
he ain’t leave witnesses, silly her, dumb b-tch
lights off, creepin up the block in some junk sh-t
vic behind the wheel, he out the window wit a drum clip
paulie felt the presence, turn around an’ he jump quick
mista’ smiled then he yelled out, “punk b-tch. i came to holla and nah i don’t want bricks”
“you thought that n-ggas wouldn’t peep you with that f-ck sh-t and my big bruh tony said suck this!!”
-lets off 6 shots-

- tsu surf lyrics

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