Letra de The Cake - Lloyd Banks
Letra de canci�n de The Cake de Lloyd Banks lyrics
(feat. 50 Cent)
[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit dont 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 wont have another birthday CAKE afta that
Cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act
Adn I been gone for the winter
But now a nigga back
To get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
And you muthafuckas lookin like steak
Food on the plate for the wolves
Follow wolves
Dont get moved by the tools
Battle wounds on ya shoes wait
Control ya hate
U aint ridin in dem 6s
(WHY?) 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 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 dont give a fuck
Its goin down like that
I done been through every 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
Politic wit lawness its usually about white
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Im da poster child of violence
Im the boy on the poster
When the shots start to rang out im the boy wit the toaster
Yeah listen up chicko
I hustle i get dough
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
We aint nothin sweet
The home of the homies
Theres a body every week
Now i dont hear the sirens
But they prolly gonna creep
Plottin to pull me ova
Plant the CAKE in my jeep
So ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek
Cant a muthafucka 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 straight to the cops
You a bitch ass nigga
The cupCAKE of the block
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot
Round here niggas get found upside down
Ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit dont 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 wont have another birthday CAKE afta that
Cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act
Adn I been gone for the winter
But now a nigga back
To get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
And you muthafuckas lookin like steak
Food on the plate for the wolves
Follow wolves
Dont get moved by the tools
Battle wounds on ya shoes wait
Control ya hate
U aint ridin in dem 6s
(WHY?) 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 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 dont give a fuck
Its goin down like that
I done been through every 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
Politic wit lawness its usually about white
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-cake-lloyd-banks.php
Im da poster child of violence
Im the boy on the poster
When the shots start to rang out im the boy wit the toaster
Yeah listen up chicko
I hustle i get dough
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
We aint nothin sweet
The home of the homies
Theres a body every week
Now i dont hear the sirens
But they prolly gonna creep
Plottin to pull me ova
Plant the CAKE in my jeep
So ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek
Cant a muthafucka 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 straight to the cops
You a bitch ass nigga
The cupCAKE of the block
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot
Round here niggas get found upside down
Ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
