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    [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
    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

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