Repeated throughout the Track-
Money.. money.. money.. money.. Cake!

Lloyd Banks Intro-
I need the cake nigga..

Lloyd Banks Verse-
The unit don't play (uh huh), we rap up we strap (yep)
Buck got the shotgun 50 got the mack (brrapp!)
Spider got the sweeper and you die in a head clap (uh huh)
You won't have another birthday (cake) after that (whoo!)
Cuz Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act (fuck!)
And i been gon' all Winter, but now a nigga back to get the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(Cake!)
Ah you motherfuckers lookin' like steak (whoo!)
food on the plate for the wolves follow rules (uh)
don't get moved by the two's blood'll ooze on your shoe's wait (uh huh)
control your hate, you ain' ridin' in them sixes (why)
cuz you spendin' all your (cake) on them bitches (uh)
i need the bread lil' niggaz need Christmas (uh huh)
Banks don't rap wid a backpack i'm in it for the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(Cake!)
Yeah..

50 Cent Verse-
Haha..
You heard Banks say so you know it got the mack
i pull or pull out spray hollow's at your back
i don't give a fuck it's goin' down like that
i done been through every hood dead niggaz gon' rat
in the heart of a victim murder is monumental
i don't complicate shit kid, i keep it simple
my bullet wounds'll tell you a story 'bout what i been through
Southside trauma, drama with the llama's
i conversate with killers it's usually about life
politic or wrong this is usually about white
on the poster child for violence i'm the war in the poster
when them shots start to ring out i'm in war with the toaster
yeahh listen up kicko, i hustle, i get dough
you fuckin' with a sicko, i spas' let a clip go
cannon out the rental, beam to yo' temple
i squeeze blow your mental, all over your friends.. (whoo!)

Lloyd Banks Vere-
Me i'm from the street (street), we ain' nuttin' sweet (sweet)
go home for the homi's there's a body every week (week)
now i don't hear the sirens but they probably on the creep (creep)
plottin' to pull me over plant a (cake) in my jeep (whoo!)
so i be skippin' cities seven states in a week (yeah)
can't a muthafucka breathe and tell me i can't eat, show me the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(Cake!)
Nigga slow down pump ya brakes (yeah!)
no mistakes cuz the jakes run the plates (uh)
then your headed upstate fuck around with the steak (uh huh)
niggaz start up the beef and run straight to the cops (haha)
you a bitch ass nigga, the cup-(cake) of the block (whoo!)
any nigga disrespect the clique gettin' shot
round here niggaz get found upside down (down), over the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(money) uh the..
(Cake!)

Whooooooo...!!!!!

Premier extrait du prochain LP de Banks d'après les rumeurs. Sortie prévue fin Juin 2006 d'après Lloyd Banks sur une radio (mais peu de chances).

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