50 Cent - Cake lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] (R&B Sample) (Money, money, money, money, Cake!) I need the cake n***a! Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] (*R&B Sample) The unit don't play we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mac Spider got the sweeper and you dyin to hear it clap (Uh huh) You won't have another birthday (*Cake!) after that (WOO!) Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act (f**!) And I been gone all Winter, but now a n***a back to get the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!) And you motherf**ers lookin like steak (WOO!) Food on the plate for the wolves follow rules Don't get moved by the two's blood'll ooze on your shoes Wait (uh huh) Control your hate, you ain't ridin' in them sixes (Why/) Cause you spendin all your (*Cake!) on them b**hes (Uh) I need the bread lil' n***as need Christmas (uh huh) Banks don't rap with a backpack I'm in it for the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] (*R&B Sample) (Lloyd Banks) Ha Ha!!! You heard Banks say it so you know I got the mack I pull or pull out spray hollows at your back I don't give a f** It's goin down like that I done been through every hood dead n***as don't rat In the heart of a victim murder is monumental I don't complicate sh** kid I keep it simple My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout what I been through Southside trauma, drama with the llamas I conversate with k**ers It's usually about life Politic with bonders It's usually about white I'm the poster child for violence I'm the boy in the poster When them shots start to ring out I'm the boy with the toaster Yeah listen up kicko, I hustle, I get dough You f**in with a sicko, I spaz let a clip go Cannon out the rental, beam to 'yo temple (*Money, money, money, money, cake!) I squeeze blow your mental, all over your friends (WOO!) [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Me I'm from the street where ain't nothin sweet The home for the homi's there's a body every week Now I don't hear the sirens but they probably on the creep (creep) Plottin to pull me over plant the (*Cake!) in my jeep (WOO!) So I be skippin cities seven states in a week (Yeah) Can't a motherf**er breathe and tell me I can't eat Show me the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!) n***a slow down, pump ya brakes (Yeah!) No mistakes cause the jakes run the plates Then your headed upstate for rollin 'round with a steak (Uh Huh) n***as start up the beef and run straight to the cops (Uh Huh!) You a b**h a** n***a, the cup (*Cake!) of the block (WOO!) Any n***a disrespect the click gettin shot 'Round here n***as get found upside down over the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!) WOO! OOOH!