Cake - Lloyd Banks （instrumental）

Confessions

(Gal)

money money money money

cake

Lloyd Banks*

i need the cake nigga

The Unit dont play

we rap but we strapped

buck got the shotgun

50 got the mack

spida got the sweeper

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

I've been gone all winter

but now a nigga back

to get the money the money the money the money the cake

and u mutha fuckas lookin like steak

food on the plate for the wolves

follow wolves

dont get moved by the tools

blood will ooze on ya shoes wait

control ya hate

u aint ridin in dem 6s

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 (for who?) the money (for who?)the money (the devil) the money(50 and girl)the cakex2

*50 Cent*

you heard banks said so i know i got the mack

i pull up pull out spray hollows at your back

i dont give a fuck

its goin down like that

i done been through evry 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

politicate wit lawness its usually bout 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 clicko

i huslte i get though

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

where aint nothin sweet

the home of the hommies

theres a body every week

now i dont hear the sirens

but they prolly gonna creep

plottin to pull me ova

put the cake in my jeep

so ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek

cant a mutha fuckin 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 str8 to the cops

you a bitch ass nigga

the cupcake of the block

n e nigga disrespect the click gettin shot

round here niggas get found upside down

ova the money the money the money the money the cake

(gal)

money money money money

cake