The Cake

(专辑： Rotten Apple - 2006)

(Money, money, money, money, cake!)
I need the cake nigga!

The Unit don't play (uh uh!), we rap but we strapped (yep!)
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the MAC
Spider got the sweeper and you dying to hear it clap (uh huh)
You won't have another birthday (cake!) after that (WOO!)
'Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act (fuck!)
And I been gone all Winter, but now a nigga back to get the
(Money) uh the (money) uh the (money)
Uh the (money) uh the (cake!)
And you motherfuckers looking like steak (WOO!)
Food on the plate for the wolves follow rules
Don't get moved by the two's blood'll ooze on your shoes
Wait (uh huh), control your hate you ain't riding in them sixes (why?)
'Cause you spending all your (cake!) on them bitches (uh)
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas (uh huh)
Banks don't rap with a backpack I'm in it for the
(Money) uh the (money) uh the (money)
Uh the (money) uh the (cake!)

Ha Ha!!! You heard Banks say it so you know I got the MAC
I pull or 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 niggas don't rat
In the heart of a victim, murder is monumental
I don't 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 conversate with killers, it's usually about life
Politic with bonders It's usually about white
I'm the poster child for violence, I'm the boy in the poster
When them shots start to ring out, I'm the boy with the toaster
Yeah listen up kicko, I hustle, I get dough
You fucking with a sicko, I spaz let a clip go
Cannon out the rental, beam to 'yo temple
(Money, money, money, money, cake!)
I squeeze blow your mental, all over your friends (WOO!)

Me I'm from the street (street) where ain't nothing sweet (sweet)
The home for the homi's there's a body every week (week)
Now I don't hear the sirens but they probably on the creep (creep)
Plotting to pull me over plant the (cake!) in my Jeep (WOO!)
So I be skipping cities seven states in a week (yeah)
Can't a motherfucker breathe and tell me I can't eat
Show me the (money) uh the (money) uh the (money) uh the (money) uh the (cake!)
Nigga slow down, pump ya brakes (yeah!)
No mistakes 'cause the Jakes run the plates
Then your headed upstate for rollin 'round with a steak (uh huh)
Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops (uh huh!)
You a bitch ass nigga, the cup (cake!) of the block (WOO!)
Any nigga disrespect the clique getting shot
'Round here niggas get found upside down over the
(Money) uh the (money) uh the (money)
Uh the (money) uh the (cake!)
WOO! OOOH!