Right up in here, is the sweet spot
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Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure
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Is that what it is? The cake will do
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Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do
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Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em
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Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you
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Check it out
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[Nelly]
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I - opened up shop at 13
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Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
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From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
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Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
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Expanded my game off into amphetamines
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Looked around and had a small Wallgreens
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But tha word out on tha street is that u fucked wit my fiends
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Them niggas around tha corner then let tha thing beam
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Now they done let it burn out, phone a ching ching
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Just another - hustle to add to my schemes
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Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams
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cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green
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I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks
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or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt
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When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop
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Find another block restock and take it from the top now
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[Chorus Repeat 2x]
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Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do
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Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you
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Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
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Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do
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[Nelly]
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So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me
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Shouts out to my nigga NORE
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I'll never take another man's glory
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Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
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Now you know me, I be low key
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On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
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And hoes ignored me, now they blow me
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Them niggas that loaned me now they owe me
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Oh me Oh my I can see tha greed and tha envy in yo eyes
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Now call me a lie
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While you five stand by I stand by tha captain
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Hoe play now did somebody page Samson
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I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends
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Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin
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Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
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Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool
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[Chorus]
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[Nelly]
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One time out in the Range Rover
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(WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww shit they pulled me over
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What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo?
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Speed limit 30 just doin 34
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"Yeah son, where the gun?" It's at home wit tha dope
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"Oh you a smart ass ha?" Nah that's my lil joke
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"How bout I tow yo truck in?" Ain't no need to be provoked
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besides everything up in here done been smoked
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I ain't got nuttin but tapes and CDs
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Pocket full of G's and two tickets across seas
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So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees
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Ain't no more questions then hand me my ID
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You could tell he was pissed
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cuz the black man in the black range
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doin black things wit his black change
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Doin the right thing, drivin his ass insane
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And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin me names
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[Chorus]
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Greed, Hate, Envy
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Nelly |