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Greed

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  • [Z-Ro:] Look
    I knew this fella named
    Frank, who had bank from pulling maneuvers
    No discrimination for feddy, this brother would do ya
    His whole life he'd been broke, but he got tired of the feeling
    Started indodging and drug dealing, wasn't scared to be cap peeling
    A soldier, before the wrong cars he boasted
    Screaming give it up you gave it up, or else you got toasted
    Kept his finger on the trigger, everytime he rode
    Frank took out all the drug dealers, and had his hood sewed
    Mafia menace to his community, his money was long
    Wouldn't let his partnas make no money, let alone sell stones
    Flipping in the finest of cars, gator shoes and boots
    Chinchilla furs him and her's, double breasted blue suits
    For him and his broad but where was
    God, not around his riches
    Cause he quickly fell in a six foot ditch two deep, him and his
    Ms. The moral of the story, if you sew it
    I promise you'll reap it
    Greed ain't nothing but a lesson, so listen up when
    I teach it [Hook: x2]
    Greed, vanity, lust
    The main three thangs, that'll make you end up in the dust
    It's seven sins, that women and men commit 24/7
    You better watch it or get 1-87,
    I'm trying to tell ya [Z-Ro:]
    Get out the mirror lil' mama, cause you look good enough
    Already degraded your image, cause you the hood slut
    Walking in and out of houses, jumping in and out of cars
    Got too many boyfriends, thinking you love em from the heart
    You just trying to get into they pockets, you's a gold digger
    Acting like you down like fo' flats, to get some mo' figgas
    Steady throwing marriage in they face, to make em believe
    Better not make nobody fall in love, cause they might make you bleed
    Fake nails and fake hair, on down to your thighs
    Ain't nothing but a imitation, your whole life is a lie
    You need to slow down, and get a grip on yourself
    Before you catch something you can't throw back, and
    H-I-V yourself
    Your phone ain't ringing, cause fellas see you losing weight
    You ain't even confident no more, look like you losing faith
    Everyday the moral of the story, sew it and you'll reap it
    Vanity ain't nothing but a lesson, listen up when
    I teach it [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:]
    My man would of done, anything to get with
    Nancy But she was vanitized, had to flip in something fancy
    Just to get her attention, had to floss a piece and chain
    When he scooped her up from her hood, in his candy red
    Range Peep the game, now the way she talk and the way she walk
    But he didn't she had the power, to leave him outlined in chalk
    But he was blind to the fact, he had to take her to his house
    To switch up to his
    Cadillac, that's a dumb ass move
    Now she know where he live, dude ain't nothing but a flunky
    Steady exposing his riches, hoping he might get lucky
    But luck is running out for dude, he capping too hard
    Didn't notice he was being followed, by a couple of cars
    Straight to the
    Motel the
    Hotel, the
    Holiday Inn
    She left the do' cracked open, so the jackers could come on in
    The moral of the story, if you sew it yeah you'll reap it
    Lust ain't nothing but a lesson, listen up while
    I teach it [Hook x2]
  • [Z-Ro:] Look
    I knew this fella named
    Frank, who had bank from pulling maneuvers
    No discrimination for feddy, this brother would do ya
    His whole life he'd been broke, but he got tired of the feeling
    Started indodging and drug dealing, wasn't scared to be cap peeling
    A soldier, before the wrong cars he boasted
    Screaming give it up you gave it up, or else you got toasted
    Kept his finger on the trigger, everytime he rode
    Frank took out all the drug dealers, and had his hood sewed
    Mafia menace to his community, his money was long
    Wouldn't let his partnas make no money, let alone sell stones
    Flipping in the finest of cars, gator shoes and boots
    Chinchilla furs him and her's, double breasted blue suits
    For him and his broad but where was
    God, not around his riches
    Cause he quickly fell in a six foot ditch two deep, him and his
    Ms. The moral of the story, if you sew it
    I promise you'll reap it
    Greed ain't nothing but a lesson, so listen up when
    I teach it [Hook: x2]
    Greed, vanity, lust
    The main three thangs, that'll make you end up in the dust
    It's seven sins, that women and men commit 24/7
    You better watch it or get 1-87,
    I'm trying to tell ya [Z-Ro:]
    Get out the mirror lil' mama, cause you look good enough
    Already degraded your image, cause you the hood slut
    Walking in and out of houses, jumping in and out of cars
    Got too many boyfriends, thinking you love em from the heart
    You just trying to get into they pockets, you's a gold digger
    Acting like you down like fo' flats, to get some mo' figgas
    Steady throwing marriage in they face, to make em believe
    Better not make nobody fall in love, cause they might make you bleed
    Fake nails and fake hair, on down to your thighs
    Ain't nothing but a imitation, your whole life is a lie
    You need to slow down, and get a grip on yourself
    Before you catch something you can't throw back, and
    H-I-V yourself
    Your phone ain't ringing, cause fellas see you losing weight
    You ain't even confident no more, look like you losing faith
    Everyday the moral of the story, sew it and you'll reap it
    Vanity ain't nothing but a lesson, listen up when
    I teach it [Hook x2] [Z-Ro:]
    My man would of done, anything to get with
    Nancy But she was vanitized, had to flip in something fancy
    Just to get her attention, had to floss a piece and chain
    When he scooped her up from her hood, in his candy red
    Range Peep the game, now the way she talk and the way she walk
    But he didn't she had the power, to leave him outlined in chalk
    But he was blind to the fact, he had to take her to his house
    To switch up to his
    Cadillac, that's a dumb ass move
    Now she know where he live, dude ain't nothing but a flunky
    Steady exposing his riches, hoping he might get lucky
    But luck is running out for dude, he capping too hard
    Didn't notice he was being followed, by a couple of cars
    Straight to the
    Motel the
    Hotel, the
    Holiday Inn
    She left the do' cracked open, so the jackers could come on in
    The moral of the story, if you sew it yeah you'll reap it
    Lust ain't nothing but a lesson, listen up while
    I teach it [Hook x2]