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Lloyd Banks - Cake Lyrics

 

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Artist: Lloyd Banks Ft 50 Cent
Album: Rotten Apple (2006)
Song: Cake

Lyrics:

*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
??been gone for the winter ??
but now a nigga back
to get the money the money the money the money the cake
and u mutha fuckas 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 aint ridin in dem 6s
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 ery 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
souths ide trama drama wit gallamas
i conversate wit killas its usually about life
politicate wit lawness its usually bout 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 clicko??
??arson?? i get though
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
where aint 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
put the cake in my jeep
so ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek
can't a mutha fuckin breathin tell me i can't 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 str8 to the cops
you a bitch ass nigga
the cupcake of the block
n e nigga disrespect the click gettin shot
round here niggas get found upside down
ova the money the money the money the money the cake

 

Thanks to J Raymos for these lyrics


 

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