| I need the cake nigga
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| G-Unit dont play
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| we rap but we strapped
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| Buck got the shotgun
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| 50 got the mack
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| Spida got the streeper
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| and u bound to hear it clap
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| u wont have another birthday CAKE afta that
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| cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act
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| adn I been gone for the winter
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| but now a nigga back
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| to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
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| and you muthafuckas lookin like steak
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| food on the plate for the wolves
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| follow wolves
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| dont get moved by the tools
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| battle wounds on ya shoes wait
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| control ya hate
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| u aint ridin in dem 6s
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| (WHY?) cause u spendin all ya CAKE on dem bitches
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| I need the bread lil niggas need christmas
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| Banks dont rap wit a back pack
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| im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
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| You heard Banks said so i know i got the mag
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| I pull up pull out spray hollows at your dad
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| I dont give a fuck
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| Its goin down like that
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| I done been through every hood
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| dead niggas gone rap
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| in the heart of a victim murda is monumental
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| i dont complicate shit, yea i keep it simple
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| my bullet wounds will tell u a story bout wut i been through
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| southside trama drama wit gallamas
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| i conversate wit killas its usually about life
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| politic wit lawness its usually about white
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| im da poster child of violence
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| im the boy on the poster
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| when the shots start to rang out im the boy wit the toaster
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| yeah listen up chicko
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| i hustle i get dough
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| u fuckin wit a sicko
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| i spazz let a clip go cannon out da rental
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| beam to ya temple
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| i squeez blow your mental
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| all ova ya friends
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| me im from the street
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| we aint nothin sweet
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| the home of the homies
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| theres a body every week
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| now i dont hear the sirens
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| but they prolly gonna creep
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| plottin to pull me ova
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| plant the CAKE in my jeep
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| so ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek
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| cant a muthafucka breathin tell me i cant eat
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| show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
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| niggas slow down pump ya breaks
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| no mistakes
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| cause the jakes
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| run the plates
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| then u headed up state
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| for rollin round wit a steak
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| niggas start up the beef
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| and run straight to the cops
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| you a bitch ass nigga
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| the cupCAKE of the block
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| any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot
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| round here niggas get found upside down
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| ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Cake , by - Lloyd Banks. Song from the album Mo' Money in the Bank, Pt. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп