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    Rotten Apple 2006 ©

    The Cake

    I need the cake nigga
    G-Unit don't play
    we rap but we strapped
    Buck got the shotgun
    50 got the mack
    Spida got the streeper
    and you bound to hear it clap
    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 looking like steak
    food on the plate for the wolves
    follow wolves
    don't get moved by the tools
    battle wounds on you shoes wait
    control you hate
    you ain't riding in them 6s
    (WHY?) 'cause you spending all your CAKE on them bitches
    I need the bread lil 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

    You heard Banks said so I know I got the mag
    I pull up pull out spray hollows at your back
    I don't give a fuck
    It's going down like that
    I done been through every hood
    dead niggas gone rap
    in the heart of a victim murder is monumental
    I don't complicate shit, yea I keep it simple
    my bullet wounds will tell you a story bout what I been through
    southside trama drama with gallamas
    I conversate with killers it's usually about life
    politic with lawness it's usually about white
    I'm the poster child of 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 you temple
    I squeeze blow your mental
    all over you friends

    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 probably gonna creep
    plotting to pull me over
    plant the CAKE in my jeep
    so I'll be skipping cities 7 states in a week
    can't a muthafucker breathing tell me I can't eat
    show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
    niggas slow down pump you breaks

    no mistakes
    cause the jakes
    run the plates
    then you headed up state
    for rolling 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 block
    any nigga disrespect the click getting shot
    round here niggas get found upside down
    ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE

    2006 ©

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