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(feat. 50 Cent)
[Lloyd Banks] I need the cake nigga G-Unit dont play We rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun 50 got the mack Spida got the streeper 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 Adn I been gone for the winter But now a nigga back To get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE And you muthafuckas lookin like steak Food on the plate for the wolves Follow wolves Dont get moved by the tools Battle wounds on ya shoes wait Control ya hate U aint ridin in dem 6s (WHY?) 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 the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE [50 Cent] You heard Banks said so i know i got the mag I pull up pull out spray hollows at your dad I dont give a fuck Its goin down like that I done been through every 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 Politic wit lawness its usually about 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 chicko I hustle i get dough 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 We aint nothin sweet The home of the homies Theres a body every week Now i dont hear the sirens But they prolly gonna creep Plottin to pull me ova Plant the CAKE in my jeep So ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek Cant a muthafucka 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 straight to the cops You a bitch ass nigga The cupCAKE of the block Any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot Round here niggas get found upside down Ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE |
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(Intro: Lloyd Banks) (50 Cent)
People! Your boy Banks is back! And this is a Timbaland track! WOO OOOH!!!! This is my house (I'll house you) bitch I run this (Girl I'll house you) This is my house (I'll house you, you in my house now) (Chorus) Lloyd Banks) (50 Cent) This is my house you 'gon do what I tell you to do When your in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is my house (Put ya hands up! Put ya put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up!) This is my house (I'll house you, girl you in my house now) (Verse 1: Lloyd Banks) Hey, your under my roof, so take off your coat, your hat and funny boots I can't tell you they names, I just know they loose Prefer mix the Cranberry and the Goose A little Armor and that's at least a hundred proof Now shorty's eyes wide from the Bentley and the Coupes She can't stop stealin so she trippin off the stoop And I'm a beware of mine no tellin the truth Let's run a menage trois and hit the booth I got a big pool and a room full of bathing suits See y'all can go swim, while I get in I'll show you how to make a million dollars with a pen I drink champagne and pop bottles when I spin I can't complain a top model's in the Benz Her wheels is shinnin like it's diamonds in the rims Just gimme a day or two I'm climbin in her friends I do what I do cause (Chorus) Lloyd Banks) (50 Cent) This is my house you 'gon do what I tell you to do When your in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is my house (Put ya hands up! Put ya put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up!) This is my house (I'll house you, girl you in my house now) (Verse 2: Lloyd Banks) Hey! Watch how you speak Cause I don't slip or squeak I got the heat If you get outta line, you'll be in the street Ambulance man tryin to cover up the leak And nobody to care if they get you in a week I rather go there split a swisher with a freak And get a lap dance while I listen to the beat She's a beauty and petite I can lift her off her feet If she gets in a spur, we don't fuck in hur I'm iced out so she don't see nothin but a blur Becareful where you rub don't get nothin on the fur You know we got them things so the drama don't occur You front cause you drunk, yo' ass gettin jumped I'm high off the funk, dro, hash and the skunk Don't make them niggaz dump yo' ass in the trunk They remembers a black mask and a pump Them niggaz should have told you (Chorus) Lloyd Banks) (50 Cent) This is my house you 'gon do what I tell you to do When your in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is my house (Put ya hands up! Put ya put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up!) This is my house (I'll house you, girl you in my house now) |
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(Lloyd Banks)
This here is a little more than a mixtape so maybe i'll perform it uh, the whip shine like theres baby oil on it i honk the airhorn at them bitches in the street ayy, remember me, the on you called a creep now my weed so sweet, i hit it and fall asleep wake up, roll up again, i get it and bought it cheap now you showin off jewlery and couldnt afford to keep and he wont show his face so ima hook him on the beat ima animal too, i put the hammer a do make you feel like you need one so i ran with it too in blue, now all of a sudden im back and my shit buzzin the broads the kids the bloods and the crips love em 'causein, we got the city on smash when i'm at the stop like they put titties on the glass im the leader of the class, the heat is in the stash i dont read up on a pass, i dictate the future millenium boy, you just cant get rid of ya boy i chuck em the deuce and get a new toy these niggas better start actin right, i aint rap too tight i'll leave ya head red and white like a apple bite come nigga , i got a fat niggas appetite pass thru the traffic light, smash on the coppers light (voooom) the punchline kid is back nigga, look what my punchlines did for rap inspired the new jacks thats why they sound like that where they chained down ear to the ground like that the games in now, shot me 'cause hes the punk 2 niggas in one like shot g and humpty hump its on now, you got to pop me to shut me up slugs missed ya, we aint mad at ya, boy he ducked we can go hole for hole or cut for cut it wont be the first time yall better toughen up radio is all messed up now wat the f**k is that it gave em all of the spins and got nothin back save ya self studio time and pump it back i punch a car, you scream help when you see the sarg. i'll go upside ya head, you'll see a bunch of stars and yellow moons, im ballin with a plus garage im Hugh Heffner all over when it come to broads even the ones that dont fit in hump the cars(yeah) im back, i cant wait to see you niggas in the street i cant wait to see you niggas go to sleep i cant wait to see you niggas 6 feet...underground for f**kin whit me now(blaaam!!) |
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You can call me big truck Banks, or Lamborghini Lloyd,
Ferrari F-50 made me one rich boy, Niggaz ain't sayin nothin just alotta slick noise, I got silencers for that, them rubber grip toys, Over twenty hoes that do what I say so, Fight ova me like them bitches on the Flava Flav show, I don't smoke 'em up this is major grade dro, The flows tight like Bathing Ape clothes, I'm in and out the I city got state to state shows, Just in case you wonderin if I'ma make the states know, They tryin to lock a niggas so the kid stay low, Indictments is the only thing the pigs pray for, I pop up in the Vanguish the two doo, nigga, It's green white like a blue nose pit, The shoes don't fit, I got a few more hits, That mean brand new houses and U-Haul trips, And my mama's so proud she could do 4 flips, If you jeopardize that, you can rest in peace, When H died I felt it in my chest for weeks, All I got is my word, my crew my vest and heat, So what you wanna do, I'm right in fronna you, I'll make the ambulance pick up every onna you, Then I'll be back next week yeah I'm comin through, Makin my way to the dance floor to do my 1 and 2, What it do, you know me just chillin, Thinkin bout what Ima do after I sell 5 million, The elevator stops at a very high buildin, Let's just say I'm smart, at this playa art, I heard all the talk but refused to play a part, In beefin wit a nigga that was on change of heart, I spun the wheel of fortune got the Vanna White Challenger, Still on the stage with the hammer like Gallager, I'm a hood nigga got a hundred goons wild at ya, That'll take ya head off, smooth as excalaber, Nigga, I ain't ya ordinary I'm betta, Kevlar sweater'll keep a nigga togetha, It's still mandatory that we see the chedda, I'm grimey, I'm greasey a GT or betta, Whateva, you could put the house on Cris, That's why ya bitch wanna put her mouth on this. |
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Whooo
Yea nigga ain't nothin changed G-units the motherfuckin gang Yayo these niggas thought I was over, like like a nigga fell off or something like like I don't get paid for this like like is you motherfuckin stupid Yea I'm a show you niggas how to stack, I'm cakin I get rid of you niggas by the pack, And I'd hate to come off like a sibliminal on a track, With the police listenin yea they watch us like that, So I stay on my one and twos even watch my numbers move, Why you think we in running shoes I ain't like them other dudes, I'm from queens where fathers leave in vile, And daughters havin babies cause they in style, We ain't have shit that's why don't smile, Neighborhoods fucked up that's why we all wild, Gutter just blew trial and L got 7 left, So I'm a stunt like hell, So I'm at heaven's steps, And 7 vest hammer proof vest in the sket, Niggas watchin my brain cause they ain't make nothin yet, I gotta little thin card when I go shop I swipe it and then cop then its right back to the block, Gotta swallow your pride hide and ask him to stop, Got the vision of Rakim and the passion of Pac, I'll put 2 in a goon they'll handle triggers everyday, And they all yellow bucks, Like the niggas in a grave ay blowing a O a day blowing the dro away, These niggas is little kids go in the stow and play, I get a girl a day, take all your fun away, So if you comin to beef bring a loaded K Yea ya niggas know what it is man ain't shit changed man ya forgot ya can't challenge me or something you bum ass niggas better stay as far away from me as possible man I'm on that new shit on that bullshit man straight up man fuck all the rap talk nigga you won't catch me at the motherfuckin red I'm on a green carpet nigga |
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Nah Nah, I dont do all that talking man
its one way or the either you comin or you gonna watch another bitch leave wit me the way this shit go, ima f**kin rap star (Verse) Fresh off of the plane i jets off in the Range First class seat but this west coast aint the same The rap game will put stress, fortune, and fame A slow drive-by when they aired out Kane S55 all cleared out chain They body me, you body them, support there out prayin My only wish is to find ya catcher Lay ya ass on a stretcher, betcha, getcha, ass out the hood All i got is rap for that, i spazz out for good Thats my income, it keeps me in Paz and Hollywood Im hardly home, when i leave the club the party gone And im pissy off patrone, tryna get ma home My name Banks baby, im top rank lady I gotta go, grab ya coat, bitch you aint crazy I speed off, gainin and rushin, and bend her over somethin And im pumpin, devyin till the macs and im frontin All of a sudden she down on the humble for a feel And im driftin in and out of lane, fumblin the wheel A couple of miles later i be cummin on her grill Then its back to the hotel and chill (Chorus) Ma i give you the rush Damn ma, ya lil outfit got my furry head high And i need ya to understand I Aint really got alot of time, bitch out ya mind its me Damn blood, dont you wanna get up out them handcuffs I aint gonna love you like ya man does I aint got alot of time, bitch out ya mind |
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The name's Banks! The boy wonder man
stack and a rubber band, gat in the other hand (Lloyd Banks) These lil niggas dont move me, go watch a movie im too smooth, white prada shoes with the dooey i spin ya f**kin neck when i speed the thru the ceilin is see-thru, all you top billin off of me too you might as well give ya money to me shorty cant dance in the strip club when your 40 come here, i show you how to get it if you with it if you let me i can teach you how to take it to the top with a bottle of Cris lady youll be naked on the spot gassed up from the conversation in the drop it wont be gifts or vacation to the trop's this hard dick bubble gum stake him in the pots i got a brand new semi out the box just in case a nigga think he smooth enuff to sneak in youll be one eyed shorter from the slaughter and ill be on the yacht round water out in Florida f**k the drama wassup, ya hammers in the truck u butt, so chill or ima have to f**k you up for real cristal bottle in ya grill, ill youll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill they all know im a threat hoppin out the Lex i got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet like Aron and Brandy, Cary and Donna Erica and Felicia i nicknamed her Gabbana light skinned Heather i met her around the way and theres a few names that i aint suppose to say so ima skip to J, 'cause Jasmine and Jeniffer jaw bone in, Jessica come runs by the messenger they all know when it come to the hoes i get em down and they on under clothes, in them bundlelobes nah i dont need an umbrella the car come with those and to get one of those, youll need 100 shows im all summer froze, so the gun exposed ill gun butt ya f**ker, heres a bloody nose yea that was yo bitch, but the dummy chose yea im grimy as f**k you got to love it tho shorty caught feelings after i stroked her so what take a picture write a book call Oprah Blow Up" youll find a ice pic in a flow with a coke colored coupe white whip in the snow me and the bread bandin like a pimp and a hoe like smoker or the pipe like the coke on the phypes i dont continue nothin im the stroker her on the night on the sofa or the floor, hoe chokin off the mic like Banks i dont usually do, well they usually do and theyll all learn to like it you get used to it too niggas starin at my chain 'cause it use to be blue but i changed like you, deuce deuce in his shoe im on kush, cranberry juice goose and im thru then its back to the mansion to do what i do im back nigga, this is part 2 the hunger for more money im right at ya door dummy ?? pops bottles up, nigga im by the buck dont look at the Ferrari you cant even buy the truck ya boy fresh out the hood and he hot as f**k on a hunt for the cheese, keep ya ricatta tucked they on that plottin shit, right in the lobby shit run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy shit family members identified in a body shit 'cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit im in the 2-0-0 Maserati whip concrete colored Mclaren its a hobby shit HAHAH AAAHHHHHH!!!!! SEE YOU NIGGAS ON TOP MAN |
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