Cannon

Feat Freeway Wille The Kid Detroit Red &Juice

Listen my n***a Drama man this something I need you to do something else

For them man just to warm em up and then lay it on me

Get ya pipe

Yea Gangsta Grillz Dedication 2 Drama

Howdy do mother f**kaz its Weezy Baby

N***az b***hin and I gotta tuck the cannon

Listen close I got duct tape and rope

I'll leave you missin like the f**kin ol balance

One hand on my money on hand on my buddy

That's the AK47 made his neighborhood love me

Bullets like birds you can hear them b***hes hummin

Don't let that bird s**t he got a weak stomach

N***az know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit

Got it

One egg short of the omelet

Simon says shoot a n***a in his thigh and leg

Then tell him catch up like mayonnaise um

I'm the sickest n***a doin it

Bet that baby

These other n***az know I'm wet crack baby yes

Get back get back boy it's a set back

Clumsy a*s n***az slip and fall into a death trap

Them boys p***y 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 n***az cry wolf I'm on that dry Cush

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 n***a fee

See every mother f**ker at the door don't get a key

You outside lookin in so tell me what you see

Its about money its bigger than me

I told my homies don't kill him bring the n***a to me yea

Don't miss you f**kin with the hit man

Kidnap a n***a make him feel like a kid again

Straight up I ain't got no conversation for ya

N***a talk to the cannon

Have a few words with the cannon

Tell it to my mother f**kin cannon

From Philly to where I'm landin I'ma cannon

And I'm on that Philly fire s**t

Then I come fully equipped

You try me get bodied keep you and the shawtie in the whip

If a n***a try to stick me I'ma blam him

Single on them ti ti tired of them free got the butters got the green and got the tan Got the whole enchilada

Homie know 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

Its flow like the ocean open water you drownin

I will fore drown them and sink them heat them and leave them stinkin

Sharks surround them and eat them nice then know that I will

Roll over ya squad like I'm a one punch card

You chumps you best guard your waters

I will take control of your soldiers

You won't listen till I toss them in the wok like chicken

Ayo

I make it hard for rap n***az I'm peer pressure

Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better

I show n***az how to act how to dress better

I stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers

I'm the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool the Mother f**kin

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

N***az ain't real as will cause I'ma

Cannon

And I handle well pedal like cannon dale

And I got the 50 cal mag its a handheld

I'm tellin you n***az I pop put a shell in you n***az

My nice watch'll Helen Keller you n***az

I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin over

Blowin game by the quarter w**d over in the corner n***a

Yea yea Detroit red gettin change like them white folks

Dump it out the window of the range wiht the right folk

Pain like a b***h the first day of her cycle

You better scurry when I pull the

Cannon

Straps burn the streets like a truck through the gas

I love head and caressin a voluptuous a*s

I ask your baby momma is she up to the task

She like d**n red its bigger than a

Cannon

My attire makes the ladies say your man is too fly

Imported oils from Iran and Dubai

Get caught slippin with ya mans and you die

Where I'm from n***az be quick to squeeze the

Cannon

Detroit red always got some s**t for ya ear

Show me love but keep it movin man cause if you get near

I'll say get off my d**k and tell ya b***h to come here

Cause you sweatin me and my dj like

Cannon

Legs spread far out you know how I'm standin

Yea I'm posted with the big homie

Cannon

I got n***az who don't like rap lovin our s**t

We got n***az who was stuck on Pac bumpin our s**t

These n***az can't see me like I ain't been around lately

A good battle when they at the mound its gravy

N***az healthy I'm better

No spinderella just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana

Yea Vick found that n***a and we ain't smokin no more regular

Keep ya midgrain I don't think you know no better

They loving the trunk now they wanna hear more s**t

I play it modest like n***a that's some of our old s**t

Got n***az I ain't never met wantin to fight me

Got h*es that's in love askin why you don't like me

B***h I'm married to the game and I love my wifey

Steppin over competition man I love these Nikes

I'm hot they fanning

N***az tryna copy my style like the

Cannon

Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own

If I ain't listed at the top n***a the stats is wrong

All ya data is off ya info ain't valid

Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced

True like master p and his two brothers

Don't call it i****t cause this the mother f**ker