| What up world, this your people, the Excited Private
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| Fiend, better known as Sleepy Eyed Jones
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| I got a question to ask you, and understand me on this one
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| If life is a blessing, and truly a gift
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| Why in the hell it could end so quick
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| It could happen all in a week, knowI’msaying
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| Check this out
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| Monday morning waking up before I brush my dogs
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| Loading clips to the tip why, cause haters test balls
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| Smoke a cess to ease it all, but I got to face pain
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| Push come to shove and I will, release flames
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| There’s a war on these streets, it’s the beginning of the week
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| Came night fall, a couple of bodies had to leak
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| A couple hotties had to beat them in, died a snitch
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| Lied in a ditch, they tried not to cry like a bitch
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| The eye witness, seen it all, but mouth stayed closed
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| Stayed at home praying, as tears drop from my nose
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| Suppose it was your boys, would you ride nine Tuesday
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| Grabbing whatever’s spent even the old school uzi
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| Usually wouldn’t be caught, doing these wrong deeds
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| Wednesday, wanna know, they done fucked with the wrong breed
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| My girl Chrissy said Fiend, why you wear a vest
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| Besides the life I live girl the streets is a mess, it happened all in a week
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| (Chorus: O’Dell vocalizing in background)
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| If life is a blessing, and truly a gift
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| Why in the hell it could end so quick
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| If you thinking the streets is bad, is really a myth
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| You’d be surprised what your ass might get
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| Now, came Thursday, yeah my dog Rover his
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| The devil called who in the fuck taking care of them four kids
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| The more I did, with a firm grip, I couldn’t shake the thoughts
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| I tried to drink the pain away, enough liquor wasn’t bought
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| Saw some good news, like a quest for some gold
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| My girl sleeped with that other day, bless her soul
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| Glock I hold, got paper, wrapping niggas for nothing
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| Plus I’m tripping on these hoes, and get it all done with something
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| Blunting, to keep my composer, No Limit Soldier
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| Trouble seems to find me, in the Navi or the Rover
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| Fuck being sober, it ain’t the weekend yet
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| Plus some jackers tried to follow, me and Serv in the Vet
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| Probably even tripping how them boys, chase the wealth
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| Followed to I 10 them boys sure killed theyself
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| Hell, been not feeling a thang, behind mine
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| In search of being heard they surely don’t mind dying
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| Picture, what happens, in time on this day
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| Chronic got me wanting to sleep on the sixth day
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| Mix playing the N.Y., Vix paying the N. O
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| Both, your niggas drinking, blowing some indo
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| Send for, Saturday, that’s when the Cali play
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| Over that a-way, a man stand in the alley way
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| Make it to the club, fuck, he popping lips
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| Hit him, I got that torch straw anxious at my hip
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| Shit got thick, and real niggas had to leave
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| I went throwing heat, like I was in the major league
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| Shit, ready for combat including the gun play
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| The priest gone be tripping come confessions on Sunday
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| (talking)
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| Better yet on our world, knowI’msaying
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| Understand it could happen all in a week
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| This for Fiend and No Limit to the world
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| Understand, live your life nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All In A Week , by - Fiend. Song from the album There's One In Every Family, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп