A Week Ago, Part 2 - DJ Clue, The Game, Mario Winans

Hey Clue, turn me up a lil' bit

The mic and the headphones all the way up

It’s a true story

Listen close y’all, Clue

It all started off as a dream, me and you

In the hood sellin' rocks, never thought I would see it through

I was just a hood nigga sellin' crack with deflated hoop dreams

You can’t see it by the way the Bentley Coupe bling

I’m fresh out, just tryna keep my shoes clean

While you on TV doin' your 1, 2 thing

On BET sittin' by Free in them blue jeans

Is the reason I waited for you like true fiends

Fast-forward, relationship in full swing

News headlines read 'Game Got A New Fling'

I got a new queen

And after what happened at Hot 97, it’s time for a new team

Get Jacob on the phone, cop some new bling

Can’t be affiliated if he snitched on

This rap shit’ll leave you scarred

And through it all, you are my ghetto superstar

No sleepin', tossin', turnin'

Never thought the tables were turnin'

Seven days, my heart’s still burnin'

'Cause it was all just good a week ago

Took a chance and now I’m learnin'

Real talk, my faith would deter me

Seven days, my heart’s still burnin'

'Cause it was all just good a week ago

It’s funny what seven days could change

From the 'Dreams' video to a box at the Wizards' game

I give my heart, my house and this chain

Just to see your face when the roses came

You wanted me to meet your family, I’m on the next plane

To eat dinner with your pops and be if change

He said he would die for you, I told him I’d do the same

And I seen it in his eyes, he could feel my pain

I told you I had a son, you wanted to know his name

Harlem, but the fans call him 'Baby Game'

For his birth, I was against all odds in the streets

Me, Little Mike and Face dodgin' police

Now we in the studio, heads bobbin' to beats

First Jay and Beyonce, then Nas and Kelis

Same night I told your pops I would give you the world

I was your LL, you was my 'Around The Way Girl'

No sleepin', tossin', turnin'

Never thought the tables were turnin'

Seven days, my heart’s still burnin'

'Cause it was all just good a week ago

Took a chance and now I’m learnin'

Real talk, my faith would deter me

Seven days, my heart’s still burnin'

'Cause it was all just good a week ago

I had dreams of lovin' a R&B chick

But I had no idea the shit feel like this

If I told Dre, he wouldn’t believe this shit

Me and you at the movies holdin' hands watchin' 'Hitch'

And even though we both got a lot at risk

We in DC eatin' chicken on a college bench

To my condo in L.A., slap-box, I’m with

Daddy’s lil' girl, makin' people glock and a whip

Now is it that irate that a nigga could relate

To us holdin' each other down on our first date?

You remind me of my nigga, ridin' state to state

She ain’t worried about my digits 'cause we both got cake

You made yours singin', made mine off weight

Niggaz reach, take five shots from a 38

And murder was the case that they gave me

No sleepin', tossin', turnin'

Never thought the tables were turnin'

Seven days, my heart’s still burnin'

'Cause it was all just good a week ago

Took a chance and now I’m learnin'

Real talk, my faith would deter me

Seven days, my heart’s still burnin'

'Cause it was all just good a week ago

DJ Clue, The Professional

Hurricane, Mario Winans, gangsters need love too

This song is dedicated to the baddest bitch in the game

She know who she is

DJ Clue, Professional Part 3, y’all know what it is