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Cake [Explicit]

by Lloyd Banks

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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 you bound to hear it clap You won't have another birthday cake after that 'cause yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act And I've been gone for the winter But now a nigga back To get the money the money the money the money the cake And you motherfuckers looking like steak Food on the plate for the wolves Follow wolves Don't get moved by the tools Battle wounds on you shoes wait Control you hate You ain't riding in them 6's (why?) 'cause you spending all your cake on them bitches I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas Banks don't rap with a back pack I'm in it for the money the money the money the money the cake You heard banks said so I know I got the mag I pull up pull out spray hollows at your back I don't give a fuck It's going down like that I done been through every hood Dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murder is monumental I don't complicate shit, yea I keep it simple My bullet wounds will tell you a story bout what I been through South side trauma drama with gallamas I conversate with killers it's usually about life Politic with lawness it's usually about white I'm the poster child of violence I'm the boy on the poster When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy with the toaster Yeah listen up chicko I hustle I get dough You fucking with a sicko I spazz let a clip go Cannon out the rental Beam to you temple I squeeze blow your mental All over you friends Me I'm from the street We ain't nothing sweet The home of the homies There's a body every week Now I don't hear the sirens But they probably gonna creep Plotting to pull me over Plant the cake in my jeep So I'll be skipping cities 7 states in a week Can't a muthafucker breathing tell me I can't eat Show me the money the money the money the money the cake Niggas slow down pump you breaks No mistakes Cause the jakes Run the plates Then you headed up state For rolling round with a steak Niggas start up the beef And run straight to the cops You're a bitch ass nigga The cup cake of the block Any nigga disrespect the click getting shot Round here niggas get found upside down Ova' the money the money the money the money the cake

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