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Nelly lyrics Greed, Hate Envy lyrics [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 quot;Yeah son where tha gun quot; It's at home wit tha dope quot;You a smart ass ha quot; Nah that's a lil joke quot;How bout I tow yo truck in quot; 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 Other Nelly lyrics: St. Louie lyrics Greed, Envy, Hate lyrics Country Grammar lyrics Steal The Show lyrics Ride Wit Me lyrics E.I. lyrics Thicky Thick Gurls lyrics For My lyrics Utha Side lyrics Tho Dem Wrappas lyrics Wrap Sumden lyrics Batter Up lyrics Never Let 'Em C U Sweat lyrics Luven Me lyrics Thicky Thick Girl lyrics Steal Da Show lyrics Country Grammer (Hot..) lyrics Nellyville lyrics Hot In Herre lyrics Dem Boyz lyrics Oh Nelly lyrics Pimp Juice lyrics Air Force Ones lyrics In The Store lyrics On The Grind lyrics Dilemma lyrics Splurge lyrics Work It lyrics Roc The Mic (Remix) lyrics The Gank lyrics Number One lyrics CG 2 lyrics Hot In Here lyrics Rock The Mic lyrics Say Now lyrics Roc The Mic - Remix lyrics Stick Out Ya Wrist lyrics Icey lyrics Girlfriend Remix lyrics Show 'em What You Won lyrics Let Me In Now lyrics Here We Come lyrics |