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[Jay-Z]Uh-huh
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[short] That's right
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[Jay-Z] Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
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[short] Last week I had everything
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[Jay-Z] Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
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[short] I had the money.. had the cars, the bitches
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[Jay-Z] Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
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[short] and the jewelry..
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and then my motherfuckin niggaz started snitchin
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[Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
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[short] Beyotch!
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Verse One: Jay-Z
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Growin up in the hood just my dog and me
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We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
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Problems, I called on him, he called on me
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We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Chorus: Too short, 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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Chorus
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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
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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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Chorus
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[Too short]
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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
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Got it goin on
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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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[Jay-Z]
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You rat bastard!
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A Week Ago
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| Jay-Z |
