Lyrics:
a new buyer
Get it or you can feel the cannon like mariah
You done did it
You done did it
You done did it
You want some more?
I swear you got me
long
Still Westside, dumpin' chronic ash with the cannons
Bustin' on you niggaz with them gay ass dances
From the T-shirts and Starter caps
Real
the sky
[Chorus]
Skull & bones, on the horizon
Skull & bones, flying high
Skull & bones, storm is rising
Skull & bones, lead will fly
The cannons
that dank
Roll the streets with that cannon like we rollin' tanks
Unh, gold plates ho, I know they gon' hate
Might as well get the gold plaques,
like Ronnie Seikaly with the flow
This is precisely the show
The pros from the amateurs
Niggas did no flash of the cannon, don't mean the camera
Still
tin snips
Ink test all I see is cannons and some wing tips
Pilot pen in pocket I'm writing in ink jets
Around here we don't like talk of big dreams
bane
The highest tribute to advance
For the threat of fortune
Is to lose it all
A cannon thunder
Cracks in the air
Widows weep for
The fallen ones
War
the street where the killers compete
And make 'em holla man down..
Commander danze with a hand cannon, standin on dangerous grounds
(ease up!) get up off me
It's a human bane
The highest tribute to advance
For the threat of fortune
Is to lose it all
A cannon thunder
Cracks in the air
Widows
You made a pact
You dropped the act
You focused on what you could attract
The fight's uphill
They helped to separate
You dropped the cannon
in the back and they twissin' up a filly
My shades too silly cause they made by cavalli
Jays so exotic you cant find em lil' buddy
I'm not nick cannon
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for
In the mud, we suffered the frost and the cannon fire
As generals fed on the breast of the war machine
Commanding us to die for their gilded
game time (swear to God)
Roommate with that cannon
Pull up on you, what's happenin'?
Old money like Granny
Throwing plays, Peyton Manning
Fuck
on commet
T'as vu "all eyes on me"
Comme Tony j'promets
Sur l'cannon d'mon 7.65 cromé
J'me mets en i, du Jarret à Dromel
Quand j'suis pas bien, je sais
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for
to kiss the heavens
Stick figure, dick bigger than Nick's cannon
Plenty chickens I did damage, the kids manage
T o blow up despite
The fact had to grow up
till it ends
Rejected and misunderstood by my friends
Viewed as a loose cannon, candid, branded, but abandoned
Let it sink in, let it begin, this what
and cannons almost made me cry
There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty,
to U.S. tax evasion
That's an Inc Ways, also Inc Ways
Telephone survey will figure everything out
And now you're fodder for the cannon when they blow
we on 26
Inches sittin high
Haters sick when I ride by
That's why I keep a cannon in my lap in case they wanna try
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm screwed up
alone
Soul less, booted human tanks
They're crushing all that's different
While smart, white collar criminals
Push cannon fodder to the front
Firin' cannons, cocked at whoever standing
As road blocks to quiet planning
Cops harass us, even though they trespass us
You not allowed to serve two
Yeah I don't take no lip with this cannon on my hip
Let me tell you boy it ain't no toy
I wear a hat just like a mounty I'm the sheriff of Boone
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