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,
F*** the shame, tell 'em
F*** the game,
Don't let the game f*** you
Check it out

I opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pager'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
You f***ed 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
'Cause the house, the cars, and the coffee take green
I might ride tha range wit' tha Roley on the rocks
Or push a candy coloured 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 (2x):
Greed, hate, envy but cake will do
F*** tha game don't let the game f*** you
Follow the rules stay cool and rock jewels
Greed, hate, envy but cake will do

So you think you're the sh*t nigga
Ya smell me
Shouts out to my nigga nore
I'll never take another man's glory
Sh*t don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these icey roleys Scob done showed me
And h*es 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
H*e 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
B**** had the nerve to repeat old fish eyed fool

CHORUS (2x)

One time out in the Range Rover
(Woop, woop, woop)
Aww sh*t they pulled me over
What tha hell y'all f***in' 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 as* 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
'Cause the black man in the black range
Doin' black things wit' his black change
Doin' the right thing, drivin' his as* insane
And if I wasn't in his face
He probably be callin' me names

CHORUS (2x)