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Money, money, money, money |
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CakeI need the cake nigga |
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The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped |
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Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack |
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Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap |
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You won't have another birthday cake afta that' |
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Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act |
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I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back |
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To get the money, the money |
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The money, the money, the cake |
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And you mutha fuckas lookin' like steak |
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Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves |
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Don't get moved by the tools |
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Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate |
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You ain't ridin' in dem 6s' |
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Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches |
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I need the bread lil' niggas need |
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ChristmasBanks don't rap wit a back pack |
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I'm in it for the money, the money |
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The money, the money, the cake |
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You heard |
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Banks said so |
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I know I got the mack |
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I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back |
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I don't give a fuck, it's goin' down like that |
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I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap |
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In the heart of a victim murda is monumental |
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I don't complicate shit, yeah |
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I keep it simple |
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My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut |
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I been through |
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Southside trama drama wit' gallamas |
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I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life |
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Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white |
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I'm da poster child of violence, |
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I'm the boy on the poster |
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When the shots start to rang out |
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I'm the boy wit' the toaster |
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Yeah, listen up clicko, |
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I hustle I get though |
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You fuckin' wit a sicko, |
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I spazz let a clip go |
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Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple |
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I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends |
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Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet |
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The home of the hommies, there's a body every week |
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Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep |
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Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep |
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So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in aweek |
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Can't a mutha fuckin' breathin' tell me |
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I can't eat |
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Show me the money, the money |
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The money, the money, the cake |
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Niggas slow down, pump ya breaks |
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No mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates |
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Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a steak |
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Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops |
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You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the block |
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Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot' |
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Round here niggas get found upside down |
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Ova the money, the money |
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The money, the money, the cake |
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CakeMoney, money, money, money |
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Cake |
