Lloyd Banks - Cake (featuring 50 Cent) Lyrics

*Lloyd Banks*
I need the cake n****
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 won't 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 n**** back
To get the money the money the money the money the cake
And u mutha f**kas 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
Cause u spendin all ya cake on dem b****es
I need the bread lil n***as 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 f***
It's goin down like that
I done been through ery hood
Dead n***as 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 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
Arson I get though
U f***in 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 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
Put the cake in my jeep
So I'll be skippin cities 7 states in aweek
Can't a mutha f***in breathin tell me I can't eat
Show me the money the money the money the money the cake n***as slow down pump ya breaks no mistakes
Cause the jakes run the plates then u headed up state
For rollin' round wit a steak n***as start up the beef
And run str8 to the cops you a b**** ass n****
The cupcake of the block n e n**** disrespect the click getting shot round here n***as get found upside down
Ova the money the money the money the money the cake