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]