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cake - lloyd banks lyrics

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money, money, money, money
cake
i need the cake n-gg-

the unit don’t play, we rap but we strapped
buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap
you won’t have another birthday cake afta that
’cause yayo got a temper and he don’t know how to act
i’ve been gone all winter but now a n-gg- back

to get the money, the money
the money, the money, the cake

and you m-th- f-ckas lookin’ like steak
food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
don’t get moved by the tools
blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate

you ain’t ridin’ in dem 6s
’cause you spendin’ all ya cake on dem b-tches
i need the bread lil’ n-gg-s 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

you heard banks said so i know i got the mack
i pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back
i don’t give a f-ck, it’s goin’ down like that
i done been through every hood, dead n-gg-s gone rap

in the heart of a victim murda is monumental
i don’t complicate sh-t, yeah i keep it simple
my bullet wounds will tell you a story ’bout wut i been through
southside trama drama wit’ gallamas

i conversate wit’ killas, it’s usually about life
politicate wit’ lawness, it’s 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, i hustle i get though
you f-ckin’ wit a sicko, i spazz let a clip go
cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
i squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends

me i’m from the street, where nothin’ sweet
the home of the hommies, there’s 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 i’ll be skippin’ cities seven states in aweek
can’t a m-th- f-ckin’ breathin’ tell me i can’t eat
show me the money, the money
the money, the money, the cake
n-gg-s slow down, pump ya breaks

no mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates
then you headed up state for rollin’ ’round wit’ a steak
n-gg-s start up the beef and run straight to the cops
you a b-tch -ss n-gg-, the cupcake of the block
any n-gg- disrespect the click gettin’ shot
’round here n-gg-s get found upside down

ova the money, the money
the money, the money, the cake

cake
money, money, money, money
cake

- lloyd banks lyrics

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