Greed, Hate, Envy

[ Nelly ]
Eye opened up shops inn 13th
Dime, dubs, quarter sacks, and ooze
Hand held too digital too triple beam
I'm paid cuz my e-mail too 5th screen
Expanded my game too ? too Federal St
Looked around and had a small waul green
Butt tha word out on tha street is that u fucked whit my fiends
Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam
Now they dun let it burn out hop on tha thing thing
Just another hustle back on my street
Just another peace too my dreams
Plus tha house tha cars are modern dreams
Eye mite ride tha range whit tha Roley on tha rocks
Awe push a candy colored cutless whit a matchin T - shirt
When tha spot gets hot don't stop
Fined another bloc and take it from tha top now

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

[ Nelly ]
Sew yew think yew good as shit nigga smell mi
Shouts out too my nigga NORE
Aisle never take another mans glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
No yew no mi
Eye bee lo quay
On these icey roleys Scob dun showed mi
And hoes adored mi
Now they blow mi
Them niggas that loaned mi now they oh mi
Owe mi Owe my Eye can sea tha greed and tha envy inn yo eyes
Now caul mi a lye
Wile yew five stair buy Eye stand buy tha caption
Hold pleas now did somebody page Samson
Eye stay cheep and high than a hooker on tha weekends
Seven daze a weak
Eye walk inn yo church freakin
Now Lester called mi a heven old fish eyed fool
Bitch had tha nerve too repeat old fish eyed fool

Chorus

Won thyme out inn tha Range Rover (Police sirens)
Ah shit they pulled mi over
Watt tha hell y'all fuckin whit mi fo
Speed limit 30 just doin 34
" Yeah sun ware tha gun "
Its at home whit tha dope
" Yew a smart ass ha "
Na that's a lil joke
" How bout Eye tow yo truck inn "
Ain't know knead too revolt
Bee sides everything inn hear already bean smoked
Eye ain't got nothing butt tapes and CDs
Pockets full of G's too tickets across see
Sew mi and my boo can ley under the palm tree
If their ain't know moor question hand mi my ID
Yew could tell he was bitch cause tha black inn tha black range doin black
things whit his black change
Doin tha wright thing
Drivin his ass insane
And if Eye wasn't inn his face he probably bee callin mi names

Chorus