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    Hear that stomach rumblin'
    Hungry for a piece of that cake
    Dope ain't the only form of that hustlin'
    Damn, I need a piece of that cake

    Take this personal and literal
    Don't mean to dishevel you
    I'm just taking the top quarter
    Of your four-layer devil's food
    So take the candles off
    But leave the frosting on
    Your celebration's belated
    I knew this day would come
    Rearrange your budgets for marketing and tour support
    Big bills, you best believe I'm checking for watermarks
    Better off uplinking angelo and wiring it
    Or setting up something in the Cayman Islands
    Ok, I'm whylin'
    But the simple fact is
    The other acts you got are out of practice
    And hyperactive
    Plus slightly faggot
    The mic be magic in our hands
    That's why we have it
    The pressure messes up the tension in your racket
    And now it's back to love-love, first game, second set
    You spent your whole damn advance
    Now it's advantage us
    We do this for the love-love
    Don't get it tossed or twist
    You copped a tennis bracelet
    But we cut off your wrist

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    Needing the cake
    Reason why the rent is late
    Pushing stakes
    In the hearts of the vampires that's living fake
    Spending twenty-one bucks to get a break
    Every week now nine to five this ain't no give and take
    I'd rather just make music
    But it's too difficult
    The record deal's elusive like a animal that's mythical
    A typical week
    Cop a twentysack
    If it's good, it's gravy
    Fifties or better I need a raise, see
    It's crazy
    To stay afloat
    Cats with cake stay in harmony
    I'm standing in line to pick a note
    When it's
    Filling your coats
    And it's
    That hope floats
    And it's paying a note on a crib that ain't dope
    Second-class citizen I just can't cope
    Got me drowning in deep water on a hustle from broke

    Two fat chicks hustle to the store to get chips
    One crackhead sits on the corner for fix
    Three duns beat him down for kicks
    Take his two-for-five money
    And they buy a nick of that shit
    We call it schwag, they think it's chocolate
    Everybody get high
    Somebody's getting rich
    Three good ol' boys eating steaks
    Puffing Cubans
    The niggas that rolled Œem
    Puffing Newp's, eating Cubans
    Cops on the strip
    Tell ho's to keep it moving
    Taxpayer gets locked up for whore-cruising
    The cake's still baking
    And it ain't too amusing
    For those with no slice
    Ego get a good bruising
    Crime rate high and it's not too confusing
    The rich whip cream and the rest just losing

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