Cake
Lloyd Banks Feat. 50 Cent (ShadyBlock.Com) Lyrics

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[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

Overall Meaning

The song The Cake by Lloyd Banks, featuring 50 Cent is a passionate rap dedicated to the acquisition of money. Banks speaks of G-Unit's weapons and their power to control their environment. He speaks of how he needs the cake, and is in it solely for the money. Banks addresses his absence from the music industry over the winter in which he was gone to get the money, striking lyrics, "I been gone for the winter, but now a nigga back, to get the money, the money, the money, the money, the cake." Yayo's temper is a recurring point, a flaw in the group and an obstacle to their pursuit of money. Banks describes the violence and crime rampant in his street, and emphasizes that those who disrespect the click get shot, as respect and loyalty are what they consider Priority.

The song represents a tough and rugged image that is associated with rampant crime and control with power. By repeating the phrases "the money" and "the cake" multiple times, the artist emphasizes the importance of money in their lives. By mentioning G-Unit's control and artillery in their possession, Banks attempts to reinforce their position of power. Throughout the lyrics, Banks emphasizes the importance of loyalty and staying focused.

Line by Line Meaning

I need the cake nigga
I need money and I need it now.

G-Unit dont play
G-Unit is serious and not to be messed with.

we rap but we strapped
We are rappers, but we are also armed with weapons.

Buck got the shotgun
One of us, Buck, has a shotgun.

50 got the mack
Another one of us, 50, has a Mac-10 machine gun.

Spida got the streeper
Another one of us, Spida, has a .45 caliber handgun.

and u bound to hear it clap
If you cross us, you're going to get shot.

u wont have another birthday CAKE afta that
If you cross us and get shot, you won't live long enough to have another birthday cake.

cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act
One of us, Yayo, has a bad temper and is likely to act out violently.

adn I been gone for the winter
I have been absent for a while.

but now a nigga back
I'm back now.

to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
I'm here to get as much money as possible.

and you muthafuckas lookin like steak
You look like you're easy prey for someone looking to take your money.

food on the plate for the wolves
You're food for us, the wolves.

follow wolves
If you want to survive, follow us, the wolves.

dont get moved by the tools
Don't be afraid of our weapons.

battle wounds on ya shoes wait
You'll have to fight if you want to survive.

control ya hate
Don't let your anger get the best of you.

u aint ridin in dem 6s
You can't afford nice things like a 6-series BMW.

(WHY?)cause u spendin all ya CAKE on dem bitches
You're spending your money on women instead of investing it in yourself.

I need the bread lil niggas need christmas
I need money and to provide for my family.

Banks dont rap wit a back pack
I'm a serious rapper and not some amateur.

im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
I'm in the rap game for money, plain and simple.

You heard Banks said so i know i got the mag
If you heard what I said, you know I'm serious and not to be messed with.

I pull up pull out spray hollows at your dad
If you cross me, I'll shoot you and your family.

I done been through every hood
I've been through a lot of tough neighborhoods.

dead niggas gone rap
People who died are going to be talked about in my raps.

in the heart of a victim murda is monumental
Killing someone is a huge event and leaves a lasting impact.

i dont complicate shit, yea i keep it simple
I don't like to complicate things, I like to keep them simple.

my bullet wounds will tell u a story bout wut i been through
My bullet wounds are a testament to the hardships I've endured.

southside trama drama wit gallamas
There's a lot of trauma and drama on the south side of town.

i conversate wit killas its usually about life
I talk with killers, and we usually talk about the meaning of life.

politic wit lawness its usually about white
When I talk with the police, we usually talk about race relations.

im da poster child of violence
I'm known for being violent.

im the boy on the poster
I'm the face you see when you think of violence.

when the shots start to rang out im the boy wit the toaster
When violence breaks out, I'm the one who's going to be armed and ready.

yeah listen up chicko
Listen carefully.

i hustle i get dough
I work hard to make money.

u fuckin wit a sicko
You're messing with someone who's not in their right mind.

i spazz let a clip go
I lose control and start shooting when I get angry.

cannon out da rental
I have a powerful gun.

beam to ya temple
I'm going to shoot you in the head.

i squeez blow your mental
I'll shoot you and mess with your mental state.

all ova ya friends
I'm going to kill your friends too.

me im from the street
I come from the rough and tough streets.

we aint nothin sweet
We are not easy to deal with.

the home of the homies
My neighborhood is full of my friends and crew.

theres a body every week
Someone is getting killed every week where I'm from.

now i dont hear the sirens
I'm used to violence, so I don't really notice the sirens anymore.

but they prolly gonna creep
I know danger is always lurking around the corner.

plottin to pull me ova
The police are always looking to catch me doing something illegal.

plant the CAKE in my jeep
Plant evidence on me to get me in trouble.

so ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek
I have to move around a lot to avoid getting caught.

cant a muthafucka breathin tell me i cant eat
No one can stop me from making money and feeding myself.

show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
Give me money, and lots of it.

niggas slow down pump ya breaks
Calm down and take it easy.

no mistakes
I can't afford any mistakes.

cause the jakes
Because the police.

run the plates
Are checking license plate numbers.

then u headed up state
You'll be arrested and taken to prison.

for rollin round wit a steak
For carrying a gun illegally.

niggas start up the beef
People always start fights.

and run straight to the cops
And then they snitch and tell the police.

you a bitch ass nigga
You're a weak and cowardly person.

the cupCAKE of the block
You're the weakest person in the neighborhood.

any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot
Anyone who disrespects our crew is going to get shot.

round here niggas get found upside down
People around here get killed all the time.

ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
Because of money, and the desire to obtain it at all costs.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, HANS BATHELT, HANS-JUERGEN FRITZ, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON

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