Cake
50 Cent Lloyd Banks Lyrics
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Cake
I need the cake nigga
The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap
You won't have another birthday cake afta that
I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back
To get the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake
And you mutha fuckas lookin' like steak
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
Don't get moved by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate
You ain't ridin' in dem 6s
Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap wit 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 mack
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 niggas gone rap
In the heart of a victim murda is monumental
I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through
Southside trama drama wit' gallamas
I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life
Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white
I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster
When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster
Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though
You fuckin' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go
Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends
Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet
The home of the hommies, there's a body every week
Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep
Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep
So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in aweek
Can't a mutha fuckin' breathin' tell me I can't 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 you 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
Cake
Money, money, money, money
Cake
The lyrics of "Cake" by 50 Cent and Lloyd Banks are mainly about money and the pursuit of wealth. Throughout the song, the two rappers describe their gritty lifestyle on the streets and their willingness to do whatever it takes to secure the bag. The chorus repeats the phrase "Money, money, money, money. Cake. I need the cake nigga," emphasizing the ultimate goal of gaining financial success. They rap about the dangers and violence that come with their lifestyle and how they have to constantly stay on the move to avoid getting caught by the police.
The verses of the song feature gritty and intense descriptions of their experiences on the streets, including gun fights and conversations with other killers. They describe their weapons and tactics for dealing with their enemies. The line "You ain't ridin' in dem 6s cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches" reveals the idea that the pursuit of wealth should come before spending money on luxury items. The lyrics are delivered in a tough, no-nonsense manner that reflects the raw and unfiltered lifestyle of gang culture.
Line by Line Meaning
Money, money, money, money
Repetition of the importance of money
Cake
Referring to money as cake
I need the cake nigga
Expression of desire for money
The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped
The group is serious and armed
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
Each member of the group has a specific weapon
Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap
Spida has a powerful gun that makes a loud noise
You won't have another birthday cake afta that
Warning that violence will occur and there won't be another celebration
Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
Yayo has a bad temper and can be unpredictable
I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back
The singer has been gone for a while but is now back
And you mutha fuckas lookin' like steak
Other people look like easy targets for the group to take advantage of
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
The group will take what they want and others should follow their lead
Don't get moved by the tools
Don't be afraid of the group's weapons
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate
Violence will occur but don't let emotions control your actions
You ain't ridin' in dem 6s
You don't have nice cars because you spend all your money on women
Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches
Explanation of why you don't have nice cars
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
The singer needs money and others also have desires they need money for
Banks don't rap wit a back pack
Banks doesn't carry unnecessary items while rapping
You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack
Banks has a powerful weapon
I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back
A violent and aggressive action
I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap
The singer has seen and experienced a lot
In the heart of a victim murda is monumental
Murder is a monumental event for those involved
I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple
The singer doesn't overthink things and keeps it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through
The singer has scars and wounds from violence they have encountered
Southside trama drama wit' gallamas
Violent and dramatic events happen in the southside area
I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life
The singer associates with violent individuals and they talk about life
Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white
The singer speaks with law enforcement about drugs
I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster
The singer is known for their violent behavior
When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster
The singer has a gun and responds to violence with violence
Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though
The singer is determined to succeed with their hustle
You fuckin' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go
The singer is willing to use their weapon aggressively and unpredictably
Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
The singer uses a powerful gun that can cause severe damage
I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends
The singer's actions will impact others around the victim
Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet
The singer is from a tough neighborhood
The home of the hommies, there's a body every week
People from the neighborhood die often
Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep
The singer is aware that the police are watching and could come at any time
Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep
The police are trying to catch the singer with their money
So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in aweek
To avoid the police, the singer will travel a lot
Can't a mutha fuckin' breathin' tell me I can't eat
The singer is determined to make money regardless of anyone else's opinions
Show me the money, the money
Repetition of the importance of money
Niggas slow down, pump ya breaks
Advice to others to slow down and be careful
No mistakes cause the jakes, run the plates
Be careful not to make mistakes because the police are watching
Then you headed up state for rollin' 'round wit' a steak
If you get caught with a weapon, you will go to prison
Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops
People start arguments and then immediately report them to the police
You a bitch ass nigga, the cupcake of the block
Insult to someone who isn't tough
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot
Anyone who disrespects the group will experience violence
'Round here niggas get found upside down
Violence is common and deadly
Ova the money, the money
Repetition of the importance of money
The money, the money, the cake
Repetition of referring to money as cake
Cake
Referring to money as cake
Money, money, money, money
Repetition of the importance of money
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, HANS BATHELT, HANS-JUERGEN FRITZ, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@jstepheny63
G-Unit Was A Monster Bacc In The Days Cuz! ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ
@candyf7543
This song is so underrated, one of g unitโs best ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ classic tune! They were haaard ๐ฅ
@jynxstarr6232
50's verse is cold! Under-rated verse.
@caterpillajoe5225
Except he doesn't rhyme the cake or the money in the beat like Llyod does
@jazzminegreen900
@caterpilla joe facts
Fucked up there
@khristionlouvatin6874
@caterpilla joe he rapped better banks on his own track
@caterpillajoe5225
@@khristionlouvatin6874 I'm sure you mean better than...... But anyway
50 was just not intelligent enough to include cake and money into his verse. And 50cent has never spat a verse better than banks in his entire life.. Facts. 50 makes songs, is a good entertainer. Banks is a beast with the bars no comparison.
I bet I could body u and your whole crew with the bars too. Facts
@king_chef3607
@caterpilla joeย facts banks was the mc of g unit 50 was the face anyone who really knows rap/ hip hop sees this. Buck was filler. Yayo as well
@SEANLJOHNSONSR609
Still fire
@dudelove7820
Straight ๐ฅ๐ฅ 2020 & beyond