Right up in here, is the sweet spot Stay right up in here, and dont bend unda presure 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, dont let the game fuck you Check it out
[nelly] I - opened up shop at 13 Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and o-zs From hand-held, digital to triple-beam Now my pa-gers 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 dont 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 dont let the game fuck you Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels Greed, hate, envy but cake will do
[nelly] So you think youre the shit nigga ya smell me Shouts out to my nigga nore Ill never take another mans glory Shit dont 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
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[nelly] One time out in the range rover (woop woop, woop!) aww shit they pulled me over What tha hell yall fuckin wit me fo? Speed limit 30 just doin 34 Yeah son, where the gun? its at home wit tha dope Oh you a smart ass ha? nah thats my lil joke How bout I tow yo truck in? aint no need to be provoked Besides everything up in here done been smoked I aint got nuttin but tapes and cds Pocket full of gs and two tickets across seas So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees Aint 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 wasnt in his face he probably be callin me names
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