Sir Paolo Tosti (April 9, 1846 – December 2, 1916) was an Italian, later British, composer and music teacher.
Francesco Paolo Tosti received most of his music education in his native Ortona, Italy, as well as the conservatory in Naples. Tosti began his music education at the Royal College of San Pietro a Majella at the age of eleven. He studied violin with Pinto and composition with Saverio Mercadante, who became so impressed with Tosti that he appointed him student teacher, which afforded the young man a meagre salary of sixty francs a month. Poor health forced Tosti to leave his studies and return home to Ortona. He was confined to his bed for several months. During this time he composed several songs, two of which he submitted to the Florentine Art Society, and two others he submitted for publication to Ricordi. All four were rejected.
Once recovered from his illness, Tosti moved to Ancona, where his poverty was such that for weeks at a time he subsisted on nothing but oranges and stale bread. His travels brought him to Rome, where his fortunes turned. He met the pianist and composer Giovanni Sgambati, who became his patron. Sgambati arranged for Tosti to give a concert at the Sala Dante at which the Princess Margherita of Savoy (who later became Queen of Italy) was present. She was so impressed with his performance that she appointed him her singing professor. She later appointed him curator of the Musical Archives of Italy at the Court.
I'm sick and tired of muthafuckaz
Keep on lookin' at me round here all strange and shit
Cause I'm on the corner
Shit they on the corner, they do what they wanna do
Shit I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do
My brother Rick man he was callin' it in 1988
Shit I'ma keep on doin' every damn thang I wanna do man
I-I-I'm, man shit I'ma serve mine round this muthafucka man
I ain't scared of no muthafucka
My name Willie, my name Willie
I don't give a fuck who you is nigga, fuck what you got
I don't give a fuck how you live shawty, fuck who you shot
I don't give a fuck if you had a 30-pack in yo drawz
Come around here tryin' to slang, nigga get jacked for the raw
Yeah I'm clappin' at y'all
Niggaz ain't what they claim to us
Learned the game from us
And try to slang cain from us (Man it was only weed!)
I don't give a fuck if it was weed, heroin, or angel dust
Don't let it happen shawty (Or what man?)
We clappin' ya shawty
We ghetto Sopranos
Us niggaz pack metals in our flanel
And go against what I said, you'll be headlinin' every channel
I got niggaz I done lost here, niggaz in the Fed's
Niggaz who swung out on them dummies that'll pull they guns out
And you wanna sneak and serve round here (Man I ain't sneakin')
I put ya down (Okay) if I catch ya, yeah part of the curb round here
It's blood, sweat, and tears round here
We was all born here, we all'll clown round here
Nigga you ain't from round here (Get the fuck from around here)
Nigga you ain't born round here (Get the fuck from around here)
And you ain't finna serve round here (Get the fuck from around here)
Nigga you ain't blood round here - catch a slug round here
Now who you say you know around here (Get the fuck from around here)
He wasn't even raised round here (Get the fuck from around here)
I ain't never seen yo face round here (Get the fuck from around here)
Man we don't play around here - we shoot AK's around here
What yo name is, tell me what yo name is
Who gave you the okay, you told ya you could slang here
(Man my brotha Rick, remember he used to call it around here)
Who dirty Rick, man that nigga been barred from round here
We ain't honored shit round here
You ain't heard, it's anybody's cut around here
And try to serve, you can lay out on the ground here
Know what I'm sayin'
I'm from the 51st Ward nigga them K's we sprayin'
We bringin' them guns round here
We bringin' them funds round here
You better listen up shawty, it ain't no fun round here
You ain't leavin' round here
With shit stacked from down here
But doctor bills lil' boy you get clapped around here
(Man don't hate on me)
Nigga where the packs of dro
Well I heard you got them blows
Better not come up on my tip servin' nothin'
I'ma get to bustin' at you hoes
You gotta go with the Calico
And a baby .380 for playin' me shady
Get a bullet to the neck not payin' they gravy
I'm crazy, see death in my scummy eyes
Flip a 15 over here, muthafuck if we ?? 25's
You about to get pissed
I'm mad doggin' you like the Grinch
I ain't gon' roll with this
Catch you servin' on this tip, I'ma steal you like you stole Christmas
Leavin' no witness, got plenty tanks
You got fire green and plenty bank
Thinkin' you bout to put some work down here
Did you ask High Beam and Bennie Franks
Them niggaz must have shut you down or somethin'
Heard you was a hoe and whooped for about 34 pounds of somethin'
Buck at you, runnin' this buildin' and tryin' to get yo cash on
I'ma scoop through the tip in a 1300 with a black mask on
Tryin' to set up shop, these shorties on my block will be so glad
Come and buy one sack, I'ma strap, stick dude up for that whole ?
Don't talk no shit, we got dum-dums round here
Get put in trunks around here