Lloyd Banks - The Cake (feat. 50 Cent)

[Lloyd Banks] I need the cake nigga! The Unit dont play, we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the Mac Spider got the sweeper and he dyin to hear it clap you wont have another birthday (cake) after that cuz Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act and Ive been gone a winter, but now a nigga back to get the (money)all the (money)all the(money)all the(money)all the (cake!) [Verse- LLoyd Banks] And you mutherfuckas looking like steak food on the plate, for the wolves, follow moves, dont get moved by the tools, blood'll ooze on ya shoes Wait!, control ya hate, you aint ridin in them sixes (Why?), cuz you spendin all ya (cake) on them bitches I need the bread, lil niggas need christmas Banks dont rap with a backpack, im in it for the (money)all the (money)all the(money)all the(money)all the (cake!) [Verse-50 Cent] haha, you heard Banks say it so you know i got the Mac I'll pull up pull out spray hollows at ya back i dont give a fuck its goin down like that i dun been thru everyhood that niggas gonna rat in the heart of a victim, murder is monumental i dont complicate shit 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 converstate with killers its usually bout life politic with lawness its usually bout white im da posterchild of violence im the boy on the poster when the shots start to ring out im the boy with the toaster yea listen up clicko, i hustle i get dough you fuckin with a sicko, i spaz let a clip go cannon out the rental, beam to ya temple i squeez blow ya mental, all over ya friends [Verse-Lloyd Banks] me im from the street, we aint nothin sweet the home of the homi's, theres a body everyweek now i dont hear the sirens but they probably on a creep plottin to pull me over, plant the (cake) in my jeep so i'll be skippin cities, 7 states in a week cant a mutherfucka breathin and tell me i cant eat show me the (money)of the (money)of the(money)of the(money)of the (cake!) nigga slowdown pump ya brakes no mistakes cuz them jakes run the plates then ya headed upstate for rollin round with a steak nigga start up a beef, and run straight to the cops you a bitch ass nigga the cup(cake) of the block any nigga disrespect the clique gettin shot round here niggas get found upside down over the (money)all the (money)all the(money)all the(money)all the (cake!)