Greed Hate Envy Lyrics by Nelly

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, 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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