Greed, Hate, Envy lyrics

Artist  : Nelly 
Song : Greed, 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 f**ked
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
f**k tha game don't let tha game f**k you 
Follow tha rules say cool and rock jewels
Greed, Hate, Envy for cake will do

[Nelly]
So you think you good as sh*t 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
Bit*h had tha nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool 

Chorus

One time out in tha Range Rover (Police sirens)
Ah sh*t they pulled me over 
What tha hell y'all f**kin wit me fo 
Speed limit 30 just doin 34 
"Yeah son where tha gun"
It's at home wit tha dope 
"You a smart as* 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 bit*h cause tha black in
tha black range doin black 
things wit his black change 
Doin tha right thing
Drivin his as* insane 
And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin
me names 

Chorus