- Votes:
- Composers:
- Lloyd
- Christopher Charles / Jackson
- Curtis James / Bathelt
- Hans / Fritz
- Hans-juergen
 
- Tags:
- east coast
- rap
- tez
 
- See also:
Lloyd Banks - Cake lyrics
(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://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









