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Greed, Hate, Envy Lyrics - Artist : Nelly
Right up in here, is the sweet spot
Stay right up in here, and don't bend under pressure Is that what it is? The cake will do Uh, uh uh, the cake will do Tell 'em, fuck the shame, tell 'em Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you Check it out I opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Zs From hand-held, digital to triple-beam Now my pager's an e-mail flip screen Expanded my game off into amphetamines Looked around and had a small Walgreens Put the word out on the street don't you fuck with my fiends Them niggas around the corner then let the thing beam Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching Just another hustle to add to my schemes Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams 'Cause the house, the cars, and the coffee take cream I might ride the Range with the Rollie on the rocks Or push a candy-colored Cutlass with a matching G Shock When the spot get hot don't stop, move shop Find another block restock and take it from the top now Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do So you think you're the shit nigga ya smell me Shouts out to my nigga Nore I'll never take another man's glory Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe Now you know me, I be low-key On these icey Rollie, dudes done showed me And hoes ignored me, now they blow me Them niggas that loaned me, now they owe me Oh me, oh my, I can see the greed and the envy in yo eyes Now call me a lie While you five stand by I stand by the captain Ho play now did somebody page Samson I stay cheefin' higher than a hooker on the weekends Seven days, a weekend man, I walk in yo church reeking Aunt Esther called me, "A heathen, old fish-eyed fool" Bitch had the nerve to repeat it, "Old fish-eyed fool" c'mon Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do One time out in the Range Rover (Whoop, whoop, whoop) Aw shit they pulled me over What the hell y'all fuckin' wit' me fo'? Speed limit 30 just doin' 34 "Yeah son, where the gun?" It's at home with the dope "Oh you a smart ass, hah?" Nah, that's my little joke "How 'bout I tow yo' truck in?" Ain't no need to be provoked Besides everything up in here done been smoked I ain't got nothin' but tapes and CDs Pocket full of Gs and two tickets across seas So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees Ain't no more questions then hand me my ID You could tell he was pissed 'Cause the black man in the Black Range Doin' black things with his black change Doin' the right thing, drivin' his ass insane And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin' me names Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy, what cake will do |
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