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Lloyd Banks » Cake
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	(Lloyd Banks:) I need the cake nigga G-Unit don't play We rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun 50 got the mack Spida got the streeper And u bound to hear it clap U wont have another birthday CAKE afta that Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act Adn I been gone for the winter But now a nigga back To get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE And you muthafuckas lookin like steak Food on the plate for the wolves Follow wolves Don't get moved by the tools Battle wounds on ya shoes wait Control ya hate U ain't ridin in dem 6s (WHY?)cause u spendin all ya CAKE on dem bitches I need the bread lil niggas need christmas Banks don't rap wit a back pack I'm in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE (50 Cent:) You heard Banks said so I know I got the mag I pull up pull out spray hollows at your dad I don't give a fuck Its goin down like that I done been through every hood Dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murda is monumental I don't complicate shit, yea I keep it simple My bullet wounds will tell u a story bout wut I been through Southside trama drama wit gallamas I conversate wit killas it's usually about life Politic wit lawness it's usually about white I'm da poster child of violence I'm the boy on the poster When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit the toaster Yeah listen up chicko I hustle I get dough U fuckin wit a sicko I spazz let a clip go Cannon out da rental Beam to ya temple I squeez blow your mental All ova ya friends (Lloyd Banks:) Me I'm from the street We ain't nothin sweet The home of the homies Theres a body every week Now I don't hear the sirens But they prolly gonna creep Plottin to pull me ova Plant the CAKE in my jeep So ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek Cant a muthafucka breathin tell me I cant eat Show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE Niggas slow down pump ya breaks No mistakes Cause the jakes Run the plates Then u headed up state For rollin round wit a steak Niggas start up the beef And run straight to the cops You a bitch ass nigga The cupCAKE of the block Any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot Round here niggas get found upside down Ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
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