Lyrics
Tee Grizzley – Tez & Tone 2 Lyrics
Tee Grizzley – Tez & Tone 2 Lyrics
Tez & Tone 2 Lyrics By Tee Grizzley
[Intro]
In case you don’t know the rest
I’ma tell you anyway
(J-J-J-J-JR)
Ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Tez on his way, money keep pilin’
Multiple sources of income, he buyin’ houses
Hustle good, all competition threw the towel in
Tone got a front, he owed Tez forty thousand
But Tone made ninety
Had to tuck somethin’, yeah, Tone really grimy
Gave Tez thirty-five K and it only took a couple days, but Tez kept his cool ’cause he know his uncle slimy
That next week, he hit him with the same pack
Like, “Since you was short, bring everything back”
Tone like, “Nigga, you tryna play me like a jack”
Lil’ Tez like, “Play by the rules or get whacked”
“Say no more,” Tone took the package, hit the door
He know if he play with Tez, it’s gon’ get him sent home
Made his mind up, he ain’t comin’ back, he gone
Make another ninety, then he better off alone
Nurse bitch like, “You gotta cut dog off
I know that’s your uncle, but he a snake and he soft”
Tez like, “Listen, you make a valid case
But that’s blood, so you need to know your motherfuckin’ place”
She like, “I’m the reason you got all that ice on
And I can press a button and make sure that ice gone”
Tone on the road, cakin’ hard on the phone
The troops pull up and turned all they lights on
Found pills and a gun, Tone out the game
Fed interview, he tryna get up out them chains
He knowin’ if he take it to court, he gettin’ flamed
Tone folded, gave up a name
He like, “Lil’ Tez did it, lil’ Tez with it”
Meanwhile Tez tellin’ the nurse, “Pack up your shit, bitch”
He turn around, she was holdin’ up a big blick
Hit him in his head four times, now his shit split
And Tone can’t tell on no dead nigga
Hit trial and got five hundred months, feds hit him
The nurse rich and still workin’ in the ‘spital
They don’t even know it, but she workin’ on her next victim
Tone on the yard, body full of hate
A nigga walk up to him like, “What up, bro? I’m Kane
I heard about you and your nephew out there gettin’ cake
It’s a guard in here sayin’ for an M, we can escape”
Tone like, “It ain’t shit to get a light million”
Turned to the guard, that’s when dog put that knife in him
His old crew put a hit on him through Kane
Claude and Ray, Tone went from the yard to the grave
[Outro]
Claude and Ray, Tone went from the yard to the grave
Hold up, Claude and Ray, Tone went from the yard to the grave, nigga
