or
Nelly

I opened up shop at 13
Dime, dubs, quarter sacks, and ooze
Hand held to digital to triple beam
I'm paid 'cause my e-mail to 5th screen
Expanded my game off into other felonies
Looked around and had a small wall green
But the word out on the street is that you fucked wit my fiends
Them niggas around the corner then let the thing beam
Now they done let it burn out hop on the thing thing
Just another hustle back on my street
Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
Plus the house the cars are modern dreams
I might ride the range wit the Roley on the rocks
Or push a candy colored cut less wit a matching T -shirt
When the spot gets hot don't stop
Find another block and take it from the top now

Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do
Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules say cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do

Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do
Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules say cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do

So you think you good as shit nigga smell me
Shouts out to my nigga NORE
I'll never take another mans glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Know you know me
I be low key
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
And hoes adored me
Now they blow me
Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me
Oh me Oh my I can see the greed and the envy in yo eyes
Now call me a lie
While you five stare by I stand by the caption
Hold please now did somebody page Samson
I stay cheap and hi than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a week
I walk in yo church freaking
Now Lester called me a heaven old fish eyed fool
Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool

Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do
Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules say cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do

Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do
Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules say cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do

One time out in the Range Rover (Police sirens)
Ah shit they pulled me over
What the hell y'all fucking wit me for
Speed limit 30 just doing 34
"Yeah son where the gun"
It's at home wit the dope
"You a smart ass ha"
Nah that's a lil' joke
"How bout I tow yo truck in"
Ain't no need to be provoked
Be sides everything in here already been smoked
I ain't got nothing but tapes and CD's
Pockets full of G's two tickets across sea
So me and my boo can lay under the palm tree
If there ain't no more question hand me my ID
You could tell he was bitch cause the black in the black range doing black
Things wit his black change
Doing the right thing
Driving his ass insane
And if I wasn't in his face he probably be calling me names

Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do
Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules say cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do

Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do
Fuck the game don't let the game fuck you
Follow the rules say cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do

Written by HAYNES, CORNELL / WEBB, LAVELL
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group

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