A Week Ago (feat. Too $hort)

Uh-huh That's right It was all good just a week ago Last week, I had everything Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago I had the money, had the cars, the bitches Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago And the jewelry And then my motherfuckin' niggas started snitchin' Uh-huh, uh uh, yo, yo (bitch!) Growin' up in the hood, just my dawg and me We used to hustle in the hood for all to see Problems; I called on him, he called on me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P Let him unlock doors off my keys Yeah, we spoke, much more than cordially Man, he broke bread with me, my business spread swiftly The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change And when he called collect and I heard his name I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone I said, "Damn, dog! What? Nine weeks and you're home?" He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home" I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone Them crackers up there bleachin' your dome, you're reachin' I said, "The world don't stop, I got to keep-keep on" From there I sensed the beef was on I ran to the spy store to add some more features on my phone To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone Can't be too safe, 'cause niggas is two-faced And they show the other side, when they catch a new case It's on It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago Funny what seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names It was all good just a week ago Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell We both came in this game, blind as hell I did a little better, had more clientele Told you put away some cheddar, now you cryin' for bail 17 and I'm holdin' on to around a mill' I could bail out, blow trial and come around on appeal Had niggas thinkin' I was from uptown for real I had so much hustle, plus I was down to ill Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville Down and dirty, down to fight to round 30 Freezin' on them corners, still holdin' my crack Lookin' up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at? Came from flat broke to lettin' the dough stack You tell them Feds I said, "I'm never going back" I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago Funny what seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names Shit was all good just a week ago The lawyer I retained, you said you leakin' some things All this after a week in the bing I'm mad at myself, 'cause I didn't spot the weakling I would've bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing Nigga, this was the oath, to the top or broke Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us We supposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that? Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry (that's right) The same game that make you math could make you die (That's life) It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who would've thought you'd get popped one time and rat? Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad And your son gotta grow up, like, "This is my dad?" The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar You'll always be in jail, nigga, just minus the bars It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago Funny what seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names It was all good just a week ago Shit is crazy man All these niggas out here snitchin' We was one step away from takin' this crack money And recyclin' it through the ghettos And buildin' back up our own hoods Now all you niggas start snitchin' on each other I got partners doin' 15-20 Wouldn'ta been doin' shit If you didn't snitch, biatch! It's about time y'all check that shit out man It ain't all good, shut your mouth Just watch the game And don't snitch We'd sure go a lot whole further Believe that baby Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house mane You know I got it Got it goin' on We got the money Ain't got nothin' to do with crime baby But I'm recognizin' You rat bastard!