| Timmy wanted a name, tryin to gain fame like a skeezer
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| Robbed the spot and stole ice from the freezer
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| He’s a fool, cause he went in without a mask on Now he’s on the run so he dipped to Nebraska
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| Hasn’t crossed his mind, his girl named Olivia
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| She’ll talk the fall for the jump from Bolivia
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| Asides that, he fat, livin on his own-ah
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| Diminshed the friendship style, now a loner
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| Relaxed while his family is gagged and tied up in New York
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| Askin them, to confess his whereabout
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| No one fesses up so the Columbian scores a blister
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| Shovin up a broomstick to his sister
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| Believe it or not. |
| (3X)
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| Believe it or not, believe it or not.
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| Everyone screams like hell souls are damned
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| Mommy gives up cries like bleacher’s bed fans
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| The experience was 'aww shit’like movie flicks
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| But the men inside they treat, the women like tricks
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| One beats his meat, the other Columbian he pounds mommy down
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| the longer Timmy stays out of town
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| You get tortured, all of your babies and on no slackin for
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| the nigga disses so he insists return
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| He knows little of the pain that the family endure
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| Still he deal his disease for sure
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| He had a cure far worse like candy kids steal from a store
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| Livin off his heist like a crack whore
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| Check it out
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| Enough of the games one said, butt open high
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| Started with ma, gave her a Columbian necktie
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| Doin the daughter far worse, I tell
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| Pullin her skin back slow, peels off her toenails
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| Raw skin exposed plus Gus that wasn’t all
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| They drenched her feet, with a whole lot of alcohol
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| The babies were baked, like cakes in the oven
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| No remorse was governed, in their hearts was stone cold nothin
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| He lacked love for his fam, obvious ain’t it He traded blood for money, just readin
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| picked up a local newspaper and paid it; |
| family slain — drug related
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| He stood stiffer than a patient bein sedated
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| Face still blew upon on it like wind
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| Instead of you they took it out, on your last line of kin
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| And now a sour taste devour your breath, what’s left
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| is a thief that had his family tortured to death
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| story. |
| it’s a story.
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| story. |
| it’s a story.
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| story. |
| yo! |
| it’s a story |