City Spud - Greed, Hate, Envy lyrics

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, f** the shame, tell em f** the game, don't let the game f** 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 Walgreens But tha word out on tha street is that u f**ed 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 cream I might ride the Range with the Roley on the rocks Or push a candy-coloured Cutla** 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 (Chorus) Repeat 2x Greed, Hate, Envy, what cake will do f** tha game don't let the game f** you Follow the rules stay cool and rock j**els Greed, Hate, Envy, what cake will do [Nelly] So you think you're the sh** n***a YA smell me Shouts out to my n***a NORE I'll never take another man's glory sh** 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 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 Ho 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 Aunt Esther called me a heathen old fish eyed fool b**h had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool Chorus [Nelly] One time out in the Range Rover (WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww sh** they pulled me over What tha hell y'all f**in wit' me fo'? Speed limit 30 just doin 34 "Yeah son, where the gun?" It's at home wit the dope "Oh you a smart a**, hah?" Nah, that's my li'l 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** insane And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin me names Chorus