Right up in here, is the sweet spot

Stay right up in here, and don't bend unda pre'sure

Is that what it is?  The cake will do

Uhh, uhh uhh, the cake will do

Tell em, fuck the shame, tell em

Fuck the game, don't let the game fuck you

Check it out



[Nelly]

I - opened up shop at 13

Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's

From hand-held, digital to triple-beam

Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen

Expanded my game off into amphetamines

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, phone a ching ching

Just another - hustle to add to my schemes

Just another piece of the puzzle to my dreams

cuz the house, the cars, and the coffee take green

I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks

or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin T-shirt

When the - spot get hot don't stop, move shop

Find another block restock and take it from the top now



[Chorus Repeat 2x]

Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do

Fuck tha game don't let the game fuck you 

Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels

Greed, Hate, Envy but cake will do



[Nelly]

So you think you're the shit nigga YA smell me

Shouts out to my nigga NORE

I'll never take another man's glory

Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe

Now you know me, I be low key

On these icey roleys Scob done showed me

And hoes ignored 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 stand by I stand by tha captain

Hoe play now did somebody page Samson

I stay cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends

Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin

Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool

Bitch had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool



[Chorus]



[Nelly]

One time out in the Range Rover

(WOOP WOOP, WOOP!) Aww shit they pulled me over 

What tha hell y'all fuckin wit me fo?

Speed limit 30 just doin 34 

"Yeah son, where the gun?"  It's at home wit tha dope 

"Oh you a smart ass ha?"  Nah that's my lil joke

"How bout I tow yo truck in?"  Ain't no need to be provoked 

besides everything up in here done been smoked

I ain't got nuttin but tapes and CDs 

Pocket full of G's and two tickets across seas

So me and my boo can lay under the palm trees

Ain't no more questions then hand me my ID 

You could tell he was pissed 

cuz the black man in the black range 

doin black things wit his black change

Doin the right thing, drivin his ass insane 

And if I wasn't in his face he probably be callin me names 



[Chorus]