[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