A Week Ago

Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty
I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on"
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang
Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad

Ain't got nothin' to do with crime baby but I'm recognizing
Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially
I got partners doin' 15-20 wouldn't been doin' shit
Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry

And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P
The lawyer I retained you said you leakin' some things

Problems, I called on him, he called on me
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Came from flat broke to lettin' the dough stack
You know I got it, got it goin' on, we got the money
If you didn't snitch, beyotch
(It was all good just a week ago)
He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
It sure will do a lot for you, believe that baby

We sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked

I don't see how this side of you could be provoked, bitch
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home"

I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill
(Man shit was all good just a week ago)

The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
Had niggaz thinkin' I was from Uptown for real
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I'm mad at myself 'cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
Freezin' on them corners still holdin' my crack
I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?"
And recyclin' it through the ghettos and buildin' back up our own hoods
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed
Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me

And the jewelry
Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious

Shit is crazy man, all these niggaz out here snitchin'
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?

Seventeen and I'm holdin' on to around a mill
And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
Funny what, seven days can change

Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago

Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main

It ain't all good shut your mouth, just watch the game and don't snitch
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
We both came in this game, blind as hell
Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin' for bail
Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
All this after a week in the bang
Last week I had everything
Beyotch
It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke

(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)
And then my motherfuckin' niggaz started snitchin'
We was one step away from takin' this crack money
I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill
Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
I did a little better, had more clientele
Funny what, seven days can change
I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
Can't be too safe 'cause niggaz is two-faced

(It was all good just a week ago)
Met him unlocked doors, off my keys
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Funny what, seven days can change
The crackers up there bleachin' your dome, you're reachin'

To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
I had the money had the cars, the bitches
Growin' up in the hood just my dog and me
And when he called collect and I heard his name
It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim

The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly

From there I sensed the beef was on

You tell them feds I said I'm never goin' back
We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

And they show the other side when they catch a new case, it's on
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap

Now all you niggaz start snitchin' on each other
Lookin' up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?
Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor