Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Greed, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Power, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: World Tech
Song language: English
Greed |
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 indulging in 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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |