Текст песни Cake

(Gal)
money money money money
cake

Lloyd Banks*
i need the cake nigga
The Unit dont play
we rap but we strapped
buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
spida got the sweeper
and u bound to hear it clap
u wont have another birthday cake afta that
cause yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act
I've been gone all 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
dont get moved by the tools
blood will ooze 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 dont rap wit a back pack
im in it for the money (for who?) the money (for who?)the money (the devil) the money(50 and girl)the cakex2

*50 Cent*

you heard banks said so i know i got the mack
i pull up pull out spray hollows at your back
i dont give a fuck
its goin down like that
i done been through evry hood
dead niggas gone rap
in the heart of a victim murda is monumental
i dont complicate shit
yea i keep it simple
my bullet wounds will tell u a story bout wut i been through
southside trama drama wit gallamas
i conversate wit killas its usually about life
politicate wit lawness its usually bout white
im da poster child of violence Lloyd Banks - Cake - http://ru.motolyrics.com/lloyd-banks/cake-lyrics.html
im the boy on the poster
when the shots start to rang out im the boy wit the toaster

yeah listen up clicko
i huslte 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 im from the street
where aint nothin sweet
the home of the hommies
theres a body every week
now i dont 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
cant a mutha fuckin breathin tell me i cant 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

(gal)

money money money money
cake