Cake (feat. 50 Cent)

I need the cake ****

G Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped

Buck got the shot gun fifty got the mack

Spida got the stripper and you bound to hear it clap

Won't 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 winter but now a **** back

To get the (Money), the (Money), the (Money), the (Money), the (Cake)

And you mother fuckers looking like steak

Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves

Don't get moved by the tools battle wounds on your shoes

Wait, control your hate, you ain't ridin' in them sixes

Why, cause you spendin' all your (Cake) on them bitches

I need the bread little **** need Christmas

Banks don't rap with a back pack

I'm in it for the (Money), the (Money), the (Money)

The (Money), for the (Cake)

You heard banks said so you know I got the mag

I pull up pull out spray hollows at your back

I don't give a fuck it's goin' down like that

I done been through every hood dead **** don't rap

In the heart of a victim murder is monumental

I don't complicate shit yeah I keep it simple

My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout what I been through

South side trauma drama with llamas

I conversate with killers it's usually about life

Politic with lawness it's usually about white

I'm the poster child for violence, I'm the boy on the poster

When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy with the toaster

Yeah listen up chicko, I hustle, I get dough

You fucking with a sicko I spazz let a clip go

Cannon out the rental beam to your temple

I squeeze blow your mental all over your friends

Me I'm from the street we ain't nothin' sweet

The home of the homies there's a body every week

Now I don't hear the sirens but they probably on the creep

Plotting to pull me over plant the (Cake) in my jeep

So I'll be skipping cities seven states in a week

Can't a mother fucker breathing tell me I can't eat

Show me the (Money), the (Money), the (Money

The (Money), for the (Cake)

**** slow down, pump your brakes

No mistakes cause the jakes run the plates

Then you headed up state for rolling around with a steak

**** start up the beef and run straight to the cops

You're a bitch ass **** the cup(Cake) of the block

Any **** disrespect the click getting shot

Round here **** get found upside down

Over the (Money), the (Money), the (Money), the (Money), the (Cake)

(Cake)

(Money), (Money), (Money), (Cake)