Story Lyrics

Story lyrics

[O.C.]



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







[Chorus *whispered*]



Believe it or not.. (3X)



Believe it or not, believe it or not..







[O.C.]



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







[Chorus] - 2X







[O.C.]



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







[Chorus] - 2X







	story.. it's a story..



	story.. it's a story..



	story.. yo!it's a story