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(feat. O'Dell) [talking] What up world, this your people, the Excited Private Fiend, better known as Sleepy Eyed Jones I got a question to ask you, and understand me on this one If life is a blessing, and truly a gift Why in the hell it could end so quick It could happen all in a week, knowI'msaying Check this out [Fiend] Monday morning waking up before I brush my dogs Loading clips to the tip why, cause haters test balls Smoke a cess to ease it all, but I got to face pain Push come to shove and I will, release flames There's a war on these streets, it's the beginning of the week Came night fall, a couple of bodies had to leak A couple hotties had to beat them in, died a snitch Lied in a ditch, they tried not to cry like a bitch The eye witness, seen it all, but mouth stayed closed Stayed at home praying, as tears drop from my nose Suppose it was your boys, would you ride nine Tuesday Grabbing whatever's spent even the old school uzi Usually wouldn't be caught, doing these wrong deeds Wednesday, wanna know, they done fucked with the wrong breed SongtexteMy girl Chrissy said Fiend, why you wear a vest Besides 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 gift Why in the hell it could end so quick If you thinking the streets is bad, is really a myth You'd be surprised what your ass might get [Fiend] Now, came Thursday, yeah my dog Rover his The devil called who in the fuck taking care of them four kids The more I did, with a firm grip, I couldn't shake the thoughts I tried to drink the pain away, enough liquor wasn't bought Saw some good news, like a quest for some gold My girl sleeped with that other day, bless her soul Glock I hold, got paper, wrapping niggas for nothing Plus I'm tripping on these hoes, and get it all done with something Blunting, to keep my composer, No Limit Soldier Trouble seems to find me, in the Navi or the Rover Fuck being sober, it ain't the weekend yet Plus some jackers tried to follow, me and Serv in the Vet [Chorus] [Fiend] Probably even tripping how them boys, chase the wealth Followed to I 10 them boys sure killed theyself Hell, been not feeling a thang, behind mine In search of being heard they surely don't mind dying Picture, what happens, in time on this day Chronic got me wanting to sleep on the sixth day Mix playing the N.Y., Vix paying the N.O. Both, your niggas drinking, blowing some indo Send for, Saturday, that's when the Cali play Over that a-way, a man stand in the alley way Make it to the club, fuck, he popping lips Hit him, I got that torch straw anxious at my hip Shit got thick, and real niggas had to leave I went throwing heat, like I was in the major league Shit, ready for combat including the gun play The priest gone be tripping come confessions on Sunday [Chorus x2] [talking] Better yet on our world, knowI'msaying Understand it could happen all in a week This for Fiend and No Limit to the world Understand, live your life nigga Aus Songtexte Mania