Z-Ro - Greed lyrics

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 suit's
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-IV 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