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Cannon
DJ Drama feat. Lil Wayne, Willie the Kid, Freeway & T.I.
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Aight, Mr. Thanksgiving, it's for the money this time
Yeah, Drumma
Howdy do, motherfuckers? It's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)
Ha-ha, listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'Bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
Niggas know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit
Got it one egg short of the omelet
Simon says, "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
And tell him, 'Catch up like mayonnaise'"โUm
I'm the sickest nigga doin' it, bet that, baby
These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack, baby, yes
Get back, get back, boy, this a setback
Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it comes to that paper, I stack books
You heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
Life ain't cheap, you're better off dead
If you can't pay the fee, shout out my nigga Fee
See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key
You're outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
This about money, it's bigger than me
I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me," yeah
Don't miss, you fuckin' with the hitman
Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga, talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Yeah, tell it to my motherfuckin' (Cannon)
Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
Nigga, talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Nigga, tell it to my motherfuckin' (Cannon)
Ayo, ayo, I make it hard for rap niggas, I'm peer pressure (Yes)
Matter fact, I'm motivation to rap better (Yes)
I showed niggas how to act, how to dress better
I stay fresh, more fitted caps than bat catchers (Woo)
I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool, the motherfuckin' (Cannon)
Other words, I'm the real for real
We can go check for check or bill for bill
We can go chick for chick or skill for skill, the deal is sealed (Yes)
Niggas ain't real as real 'cause I'm a (Cannon)
And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale
And I got the .50 cal mag, it's a handheld
I'm tellin' you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas
My Nikes watch, I Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' yam by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin', I'm a (Cannon)
And I'm on that Philly fightin' shit and I come fully equipped
You try me, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip
If a nigga try to stick me, I'ma blam him, sing along now
Doo, doo, dotty, I'm Free, got the butters
Got the green, he got the tan, got the whole enchilada on me
Though I'm inside of your house, tie up your brother
Make the prick call up your mother, she might know where to find you
I am on top of my job, the heavyweight champ
Of the flow, is flow like the ocean, open water, you're drownin'
I will four-pound him and sink him, heat him and leave him stinkin'
Sharks surround him, then eat him, nice to know him
I will roll over your squad like I'm One Punch Kard
You chumps, you best call General Motors
I will take control of your soldiers you won't listen to
I toss 'em in the wok like chicken, General Tso's 'em, uh
This rap shit like diggin' in the register, dealin' with big embezzler
Get it right, I'm better than better than my competitors
Ahead another level up, mil' worth eleven plus
I could stop rappin', ain't I already said enough?
The whole motherfuckin' game owe me, time to settle up
If I move forward a lil' slower, you'll be catchin' up (Hold up)
Now, that's the shit you need to listen for
'Cause where I'm from, a nigga dumb
They'll give you what you itchin' for
It's an issue with ya, best to handle your business, bruh
'Cause ain't no politickin' when killers comin' to get you, bruh
They all go, they don't know the whole fire
In the dark, shootin' sparks like rim with no tires
I don't deal with the lames, I'd much rather blow by ya
They known to spit a lot of hot air like blowdryers
And I'm really off the wire, look at me, I'm on fire
Here's some useful information if you don't know Sire
Just know I got cake (Cake) and I'm not fake (Fake)
So you should strongly consider doin' an about face
And if not, all you gotta say is you wanna get busy
And I'm down, get with me, any town, pick a city, fuck nigga (Cannon)
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