A Week Ago (feat. Too $hort)

Growing 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 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 till 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 talking 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

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 **** 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

It was all good just a week ago

Funny what seven days can change

A stand up ****, 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

Seventeen and I'm holding on to around a mill'

I could bail out, and blow trial, and come around on appeal

Had **** thinking I was from uptown for real

I had so much hustle, plus I was down to ill

Like a Brooklyn ****, straight out of Brownsville

Down and dirty, down to fight to round 30

Freezing on them corners, still holding my crack

Looking up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?

Came from flat broke to letting 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

It was all good just a week ago

Funny what seven days can change

A stand up ****, now you sit down to aim

Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names

It 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

****, 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

The same game, that make you math could make you die

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, ****, 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

It was all good just a week ago

Funny what seven days can change

A stand up ****, 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 **** out here snitchin'

We was one step away from taking this crack money

And recycling it through the ghettos

And building back up our own hoods

Now, all you **** start snitchin' on each other

I got partners doing fifteen, twenty

Wouldn't have been doing shit if you didn't snitch

Biatch, iIt'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

It sure will do a lot for you, believe that, baby

Jay Z, Short Dawg's in the house, mane

You know I got it, got it going on

We got these money formulas, ain't got nothing to do with crime, baby

But I'm recognizing