Nelly - Greed, Hate, Envy Lyrics
Right up in here, is the sweet spotStay right up in here, and dont bend unda presureIs that what it is? the cake will doUhh, uhh uhh, the cake will doTell em, ***** the shame, tell em***** the game, dont let the game ***** youCheck it out[nelly]I - opened up shop at 13Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and o-zsFrom hand-held, digital to triple-beamNow my pa-gers an e-mail flip screenExpanded my game off into amphetaminesLooked around and had a small wall greenBut tha word out on tha street is that u *****ed wit my fiendsThem niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beamNow they done let it burn out, phone a ching chingJust another - hustle to add to my schemesJust another piece of the puzzle to my dreamsCuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take greenI might ride tha range wit tha roley on the rocksOr push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin t-shirtWhen the - spot get hot dont stop, move shopFind another block restock and take it from the top now(chorus) repeat 2xGreed, hate, envy but cake will do***** tha game dont let the game ***** youFollow the rules stay cool and rock jewelsGreed, hate, envy but cake will do[nelly]So you think youre the shit nigga ya smell meShouts out to my nigga noreIll never take another mans gloryShit dont mix like shaq and kobeNow you know me, I be low keyOn these icey roleys scob done showed meAnd hoes ignored me, now they blow meThem niggas that loaned me now they owe meOh me oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyesNow call me a lieWhile you five stand by I stand by tha captainHoe play now did somebody page samsonI stay cheefin higha than a hooker on the weekendsSeven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekinNow lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool***** had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed foolChorus[nelly]One time out in the range rover(woop woop, woop!) aww shit they pulled me overWhat tha hell yall *****in wit me fo?Speed limit 30 just doin 34Yeah son, where the gun? its at home wit tha dopeOh you a smart ass ha? nah thats my lil jokeHow bout I tow yo truck in? aint no need to be provokedBesides everything up in here done been smokedI aint got nuttin but tapes and cdsPocket full of gs and two tickets across seasSo me and my boo can lay under the palm treesAint no more questions then hand me my idYou could tell he was pissedCuz the black man in the black rangeDoin black things wit his black changeDoin the right thing, drivin his ass insaneAnd if I wasnt in his face he probably be callin me namesChorus
