Timmy (feat. Vivian R. King)

Bout to go off Rhymes bout to jump off Call 44 cause ya boy bout to pop off Everybody down to ride until it's work Look around for ya crew they gone Straight deserted Is worth it They words are worthless I know u do r hear me special like Timmy Timmy got his pockets broke messing with his kinfolk Now Timmy looking dry he use to be fly Sucked dry like prune Swept away like brooms Scattered like roaches in a lit up room Treat you like a door mat Time to rise above all that Last place is whack Got my second wind Bout to win the race Running at my own pace seeking God's face The bass in ya face Feel like I'm face Better yet snoop dogg Murder was the case Cause I'm killing the the track Micheal Myers Cold like Dyers I spits fire Too hot to hold Too cold to control Pit off the chain I simulate ya brain Old school I'm no fool Play by the rules Authentic I came to win I'm busting in Call ya next to kin and spread the Word The flav is back Salt of the earth since birth