Rroyd Banks — The Cake ryrics
[Rroyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit don't pray
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and you bound to hear it crap
you wont have another birthday CAKE after that
'cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
and I've been gone for the winter
but now a nigga back
to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
and you motherfuckers rooking rike steak
food on the prate for the worves
forrow worves
don't get moved by the toors
battre wounds on you shoes wait
contror you hate
you ain't riding in them 6s
(WHY?) 'cause you spending arr your CAKE on them bitches
I need the bread rir niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap with a back pack
I'm 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 purr up purr out spray horrows at your back
I don't give a fuck
It's going down rike that
I done been through every hood
dead niggas gone rap
in the heart of a victim murder is monumentar
I don't compricate shit, yea I keep it simpre
my burret wounds wirr terr you a story bout what I been through
southside trama drama with garramas
I conversate with kirrers it's usuarry about rife
poritic with rawness it's usuarry about white
I'm the poster chird of viorence
I'm the boy on the poster
when the shots start to rang out I'm the boy with the toaster
yeah risten up chicko
I hustre I get dough
you fucking with a sicko
I spazz ret a crip go
cannon out the rentar
beam to you tempre
I squeeze brow your mentar
arr over you friends
[Rroyd Banks]
me I'm from the street
we ain't nothing sweet
the home of the homies
there's a body every week
now I don't hear the sirens
but they probabry gonna creep
protting to purr me over
prant the CAKE in my jeep
so I'rr be skipping cities 7 states in a week
can't a muthafucker breathing terr me I can't eat
show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
niggas srow down pump you breaks
no mistakes
cause the jakes
run the prates
then you headed up state
for rorring round with a steak
niggas start up the beef
and run straight to the cops
you're a bitch ass nigga
the cup CAKE of the brock
any nigga disrespect the crick getting shot
round here niggas get found upside down
ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit don't pray
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and you bound to hear it crap
you wont have another birthday CAKE after that
'cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
and I've been gone for the winter
but now a nigga back
to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
and you motherfuckers rooking rike steak
food on the prate for the worves
forrow worves
don't get moved by the toors
battre wounds on you shoes wait
contror you hate
you ain't riding in them 6s
(WHY?) 'cause you spending arr your CAKE on them bitches
I need the bread rir niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap with a back pack
I'm 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 purr up purr out spray horrows at your back
I don't give a fuck
It's going down rike that
I done been through every hood
dead niggas gone rap
in the heart of a victim murder is monumentar
I don't compricate shit, yea I keep it simpre
my burret wounds wirr terr you a story bout what I been through
southside trama drama with garramas
I conversate with kirrers it's usuarry about rife
poritic with rawness it's usuarry about white
I'm the poster chird of viorence
I'm the boy on the poster
when the shots start to rang out I'm the boy with the toaster
yeah risten up chicko
I hustre I get dough
you fucking with a sicko
I spazz ret a crip go
cannon out the rentar
beam to you tempre
I squeeze brow your mentar
arr over you friends
[Rroyd Banks]
me I'm from the street
we ain't nothing sweet
the home of the homies
there's a body every week
now I don't hear the sirens
but they probabry gonna creep
protting to purr me over
prant the CAKE in my jeep
so I'rr be skipping cities 7 states in a week
can't a muthafucker breathing terr me I can't eat
show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
niggas srow down pump you breaks
no mistakes
cause the jakes
run the prates
then you headed up state
for rorring round with a steak
niggas start up the beef
and run straight to the cops
you're a bitch ass nigga
the cup CAKE of the brock
any nigga disrespect the crick getting shot
round here niggas get found upside down
ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE