Fiend - All In A Week Lyrics
f/ O'Dell(talking)What up world, this your people, the Excited PrivateFiend, better known as Sleepy Eyed JonesI got a question to ask you, and understand me on this oneIf life is a blessing, and truly a giftWhy in the hell it could end so quickIt could happen all in a week, knowI'msayingCheck this out[Fiend]Monday morning waking up before I brush my dogsLoading clips to the tip why, cause haters test ballsSmoke a cess to ease it all, but I got to face painPush come to shove and I will, release flamesThere's a war on these streets, it's the beginning of the weekCame night fall, a couple of bodies had to leakA couple hotties had to beat them in, died a snitchLied in a ditch, they tried not to cry like a *****The eye witness, seen it all, but mouth stayed closedStayed at home praying, as tears drop from my noseSuppose it was your boys, would you ride nine TuesdayGrabbing whatever's spent even the old school uziUsually wouldn't be caught, doing these wrong deedsWednesday, wanna know, they done *****ed with the wrong breedMy girl Chrissy said Fiend, why you wear a vestBesides the life I live girl the streets is a mess, it happened all in a week(Chorus: O'Dell vocalizing in background)If life is a blessing, and truly a giftWhy in the hell it could end so quickIf you thinking the streets is bad, is really a mythYou'd be surprised what your ass might get[Fiend]Now, came Thursday, yeah my dog Rover hisThe devil called who in the ***** taking care of them four kidsThe more I did, with a firm grip, I couldn't shake the thoughtsI tried to drink the pain away, enough liquor wasn't boughtSaw some good news, like a quest for some goldMy girl sleeped with that other day, bless her soulGlock I hold, got paper, wrapping niggas for nothingPlus I'm tripping on these hoes, and get it all done with somethingBlunting, to keep my composer, No Limit SoldierTrouble seems to find me, in the Navi or the Rover***** being sober, it ain't the weekend yetPlus some jackers tried to follow, me and Serv in the Vet(Chorus)[Fiend]Probably even tripping how them boys, chase the wealthFollowed to I 10 them boys sure killed theyselfHell, been not feeling a thang, behind mineIn search of being heard they surely don't mind dyingPicture, what happens, in time on this dayChronic got me wanting to sleep on the sixth dayMix playing the N.Y., Vix paying the N.O.Both, your niggas drinking, blowing some indoSend for, Saturday, that's when the Cali playOver that a-way, a man stand in the alley wayMake it to the club, *****, he popping lipsHit him, I got that torch straw anxious at my hipShit got thick, and real niggas had to leaveI went throwing heat, like I was in the major leagueShit, ready for combat including the gun playThe priest gone be tripping come confessions on Sunday(Chorus - 2x)(talking)Better yet on our world, knowI'msayingUnderstand it could happen all in a weekThis for Fiend and No Limit to the worldUnderstand, live your life nigga
