| Uh huh
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| That’s right
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| Uh huh uh it was all good just a week ago
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| Last week I had everything
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| Uh uh huh uh had this all good just a week ago
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| I had the money. |
| had the cars the bitches
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| Uh huh yeah it was all good just a week ago
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| and the jewelry.
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| and then my motherfuckin niggaz started snitchin
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| Uh huh uh uh, yo Beyotch!
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| Verse One: Jay-Z
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| Growin up in the hood just my dog and me We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
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| Problems, I called on him, he called on me We wasn’t quite partners, I hit him off my P Met him unlocked doors, off my keys
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| Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially
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| Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly
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| Wasn’t quick enough to jump over the hedges with me Got caught, and that’s when our relationship strayed
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| Used to call me from the joint til he ran out of change
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| And when he called collect and I heard his name
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| I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
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| he’s talkin reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
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| I said, Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you’re home?
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| He said, Main man, you think shit’s sweet cause you’re home.
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| I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
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| The crackers up there bleachin your dome, you’re reachin
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| I said, The world don’t stop I’ve got to keep keep on.
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| From there I sensed the beef was on I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone
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| To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
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| Can’t be too safe cause niggaz is two-faced
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| And they show the other side when they catch a new case
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| It’s on Chorus: Too $hort, Jay-Z
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| It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
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| And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
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| I don’t see how this side of you could be provoked
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| (Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)
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| Funny what, seven days can change
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| A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
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| Used to have a firm grip now you droppin names
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| Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago)
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| Verse Two: Jay-Z
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| Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
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| We both came in this game, blind as hell
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| I did a little better, had more clientele
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| Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin for bail
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| Seventeen and I’m holdin on to around a mill
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| I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill
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| Had niggaz thinkin I was from Uptown for real
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| I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill
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| Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
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| Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty
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| Freezin on them corners still holdin my crack
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| Lookin up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?
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| Came from flat broke to lettin the dough stack
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| You tell them feds I said I’m never goin back
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| I’m from Marcy, and Marcy don’t raise no rats
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| You know the consequences of your acts, you can’t be serious
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| Verse Three: Jay-Z
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| The lawyer I retained you said you leakin some things
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| All this after a week in the bang
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| I’m mad at myself cause I didn’t spot the weak and lame
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| I woulda bet the house you wouldn’t speak a thang
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| Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
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| Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us we sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
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| Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor
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| Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
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| That’s right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
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| It’s a dice game, and sometimes you crap
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| Who woulda thought you’d get popped one time and rap?
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| Now you know that’s bad when your sister is mad
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| and your son gotta grow up like, This is my dad?
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| The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
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| You’ll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars
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| Shit is crazy man
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| All these niggaz out here snitchin
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| We was one step away from takin this crack money
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| and recyclin it through the ghettoes
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| and buildin back up our own hoods
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| Now all you niggaz start snitchin on each other
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| I got partners doin 15−20
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| Wouldn’ta been doin SHIT
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| if you didn’t snitch
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| Beyotch!
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| It’s about time y’all check that shit out man
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| It ain’t all good
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| Shut your mouth
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| Just watch the game
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| And don’t snitch
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| It sure will do a lot for you
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| Believe that baby
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| Jay-Z, Short Dawg’s in the house main
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| You know I got it Got it goin on We got the money
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| Ain’t got nuthin to do with crime baby
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| But I’m recognizing
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| You rat bastard! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Week Ago , by - Too Short. Song from the album Vol.2 ... Hard Knock Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп