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Timothy

This song is by Gucci Mane.

Once upon a time in a neighborhood not far away
Was a dude named Timothy, he tried to steal a car a day
He kept a screwdriver close by, he did autotheft
Got with a lil crew and now he not doing it by himself
One day timothy broke in a truck, quarter million bucks
What the fuck, crazy luck, now he think he rich as fuck.
They hit the mall bought it all jordans, bellies, pellet jackies
Six slugs in his grill, all the hoes throwing pussy at him
Little did he know that dat dough came from black and joe
Joe from down on coasta ave and all he did was slang the snow
So joe sent black with scraps and goons to catch 'em at his momma home
Rang the bell, then 'ventually put two shots in his momma dome.

Heres a little story 'bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard.
Don talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card.
Heres a little story 'bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme them bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard
Don talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card.

Oh shit Tim mad as fuck, angry as a bitch
He didn't know, he didn't give a thought it'll turn like this.
Now he mad, man he really mad and he want revenge
And he vows on his mama life he gone do 'em in.
Now he lying down coasta ave, black ain't hard to find.
There they go black and joe and murdas' on his mind.
So he let loose the fucking gage, everbody flees.
And he catch black straight in his back, he on his knees.
Joe was bussin' like a fuckin' Russian he barely escaped.
But his right hand man is bleeding too death in his face.
Tim's gone, he back at the spot, holding on his scrap.
And he know that ain't nothin' he can do to bring her back.

Heres a little story 'bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard.
Don talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card.
Heres a little story 'bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme them bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard
Don talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card.

Now b & joe don't give a fuck no more, he can't even love no more.
He took 40 g's up out his stack, & set kill tim and his crew.
Now timothy is laying low, that quarter mills not here no more.
His momma she not here no more, & black will never breath fo sho'.
He drinking gin and blowing dro . he sadder than he ever been.
He looks at his whole crew, then thinks to himself we were never friends.
He can't run away from this, he don't got no where to go.
Plus the police looking for 'em. they was watching black and jo.
Damn what can he do this shit is real.
'Cause if he make the wrong mistake, then he'll get killed.
Hopped in the car, him and his boys he so confused.
High speed chase, they crashed it down, just watch it on the news.

Heres a little story 'bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard.
Don talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card.
Heres a little story 'bout a boy that hit licks
Dope man, dope man, gimme them bricks
Zone 6 niggas are always hard
Don talk that trash 'cause we'll pull your card.