Greed Hate Envy - Nelly

Right up in hurr is the sweet spot
Stay right up in hurr and don't bend wit da pre'sure
Is that what it is The cake will do
Uhh uhh uhh the cake will do
Tell em f**k the shame tell em
F**k the game don't let the game f**k you
Check it out
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 f**ked wit my fiends
Them n***as 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 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 but cake will do
F**k the game don't let the game F**k you now
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
Greed Hate Envy but cake will do
So you think you're the s**t n***a YA smell me
Shouts out to my n***a Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
S**t don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me I be low key
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
And h*es ignored me now they blow me
Them n***as 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
H*e 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
B***h had the nerve to old fish eyed fool
One time out in the Range Rover
WOOP WOOP WOOP
Aww s**t they pulled me over
What tha hell y'all f**kin wit me fo
Speed limit 30 just doin 34
Yeah son where the gun It's at home wit tha d**e
Oh you a smart a*s 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 a*s insane
And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin me names