[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