A Week Ago (feat. Too $hort)

Uh-huh
That's right
Uh-huh-uh, 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
And the jewelry
And then my motherfuckin niggas started snitchin'
Biatch!

Growin' up in the hood just my dog 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 unlocked doors, off my keys
Yeah, we spoke, much more than cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me
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, dawg, 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
The crackers up there bleachin' your dome, you're reachin'
I said, "The world don't stop, I've 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 droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh (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
Seventeen and I'm holdin' on to around a mill'
I could bail out, blow trial and come around on the pill
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 goin' 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 droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh (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 weak and lame
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang
Nigga this was the oath, to the top of 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?
And you know that's bad when your sister is mad
When your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labelling 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 droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh (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't been doin' shit if you didn't snitch, biatch!

It's about time y'all cut 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 these money formulas
Ain't got nothin' to do with crime, baby
But I'm recognizin'
You rat bastard!