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| Nelly Miscellaneous Greed, Envy, Hate Right up in here, is the sweet spot Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure Is that what it is? The cake will do Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you Check it out [Nelly] I - opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's From hand-held, digital to triple-beam Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen Expanded my game off into amphetamines Looked around and had a small wall green But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends Them niggas around tha corner then let tha 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 cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop Find another block restock and take it from the top now [Chorus Repeat 2x] Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do [Nelly] 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 roleys Scob 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 tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes Now call me a lie While you five stand by I stand by tha captain Hoe play now did somebody page Samson I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool [Chorus] [Nelly] One time out in the Range Rover (WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww shit they pulled me over What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo? Speed limit 30 just doin 34 "Yeah son, where the gun?" It's at home wit tha dope "Oh you a smart ass ha?" Nah that's my lil 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 nuttin but tapes and CDs Pocket full of G's 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 cuz the black man in the black range doin black things wit 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 [Chorus] |
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