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Christion - All in a Week lyrics
(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
 My 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 thoughtsChristion - All in a Week - http://motolyrics.com/christion/all-in-a-week-lyrics.html
 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 - 2x)
 (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











