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 & 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 & joe
|
Joe from down on coasta ave & all he did was slang the snow
|
So joe sent black with scraps & 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 didnt know, he didnt give a thought it'll turn like this.
|
Now he mad, man he really mad & he want revenge
|
& he vows on his mama life he gone do 'em in .
|
Now he lying down coasta ave, black aint hard to find.
|
There they go black & joe & murdas' on his mind .
|
So he let loose the fucking gage, everbody flees.
|
& 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.
|
& he know that aint 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 cant even love no more.
|
He took 40 g's up out his stack, & set kill tim & 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 & 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 & 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 & 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.
|
|
-----------------
|
Timothy
|
Gucci Mane |