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Nelly - Geed, hate, envy
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[Nelly] 
I opened up shops in 13th 
Dime, dubs, quarter sacks, and ooze 
Hand held to digital to triple beam 
I'm paid cuz my e-mail to 5th screen 
Expanded my game to ? to Federal St 
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 hop on tha thing thing 
Just another hustle back on my street 
Just another piece to my dreams 
Plus tha house tha cars are modern dreams 
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on tha rocks 
Or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T -shirt 
When tha spot gets hot don't stop 
Find another block and take it from tha top now 

(Chorus) Repeat 2x 
Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do 
Fuck tha game don't let tha game fuck you 
Follow tha rules say cool and rock jewels 
Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do 

[Nelly] 
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 tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes 
Now call me a lie 
While you five stare by I stand by tha caption 
Hold please now did somebody page Samson 
I stay cheap and hi than a hooker on tha weekends 
Seven days a week 
I walk in yo church freakin 
Now Lester called me a heven old fish eyed fool 
Bitch had tha nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool 

Chorus 

One time out in tha Range Rover (Police sirens) 
Ah shit they pulled me over 
What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo 
Speed limit 30 just doin 34 
Yeah son where tha gun 
It's at home wit tha dope 
You a smart ass ha 
Nah that's a lil joke 
How bout I tow yo truck in 
Ain't no need to revolt 
Be sides everything in here already been smoked 
I ain't got nothing but tapes and CDs 
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 tha black in tha black range doin black 
things wit his black change 
Doin tha right thing 
Drivin his ass insane 
And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin me names 

Chorus