Lloyd Banks

Текст песни The Cake

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  • Christopher Charles / Jackson
  • Curtis James / Bathelt
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  • g unit
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Lloyd Banks - Текст песни The Cake

(Gal)
Money money money money
Cake

Lloyd Banks*
I need the cake nigga
The Unit don't 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 don't 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
Don't 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 don't 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 don't 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 don't 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 it's usually about life
Politicate wit lawness it's usually bout white
Im da poster child of violence Lloyd Banks - The Cake - http://ru.motolyrics.com/lloyd-banks/the-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
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 7 states in aweek
Cant 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

(gal)

Money money money money
Cake

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