Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Story , by - O.C.. Release date: 23.05.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Story |
| Timmy wanted a name, tryin to gain fame like a skeezer |
| Robbed the spot and stole ice from the freezer |
| He’s a fool, cause he went in without a mask on Now he’s on the run so he dipped to Nebraska |
| Hasn’t crossed his mind, his girl named Olivia |
| She’ll talk the fall for the jump from Bolivia |
| Asides that, he fat, livin on his own-ah |
| Diminshed the friendship style, now a loner |
| Relaxed while his family is gagged and tied up in New York |
| Askin them, to confess his whereabout |
| No one fesses up so the Columbian scores a blister |
| Shovin up a broomstick to his sister |
| Believe it or not. |
| (3X) |
| Believe it or not, believe it or not. |
| Everyone screams like hell souls are damned |
| Mommy gives up cries like bleacher’s bed fans |
| The experience was 'aww shit’like movie flicks |
| But the men inside they treat, the women like tricks |
| One beats his meat, the other Columbian he pounds mommy down |
| the longer Timmy stays out of town |
| You get tortured, all of your babies and on no slackin for |
| the nigga disses so he insists return |
| He knows little of the pain that the family endure |
| Still he deal his disease for sure |
| He had a cure far worse like candy kids steal from a store |
| Livin off his heist like a crack whore |
| Check it out |
| Enough of the games one said, butt open high |
| Started with ma, gave her a Columbian necktie |
| Doin the daughter far worse, I tell |
| Pullin her skin back slow, peels off her toenails |
| Raw skin exposed plus Gus that wasn’t all |
| They drenched her feet, with a whole lot of alcohol |
| The babies were baked, like cakes in the oven |
| No remorse was governed, in their hearts was stone cold nothin |
| He lacked love for his fam, obvious ain’t it He traded blood for money, just readin |
| picked up a local newspaper and paid it; |
| family slain — drug related |
| He stood stiffer than a patient bein sedated |
| Face still blew upon on it like wind |
| Instead of you they took it out, on your last line of kin |
| And now a sour taste devour your breath, what’s left |
| is a thief that had his family tortured to death |
| story. |
| it’s a story. |
| story. |
| it’s a story. |
| story. |
| yo! |
| it’s a story |