Cannon [RMX]

Alright Mr. Thanksgiving It's for the money this time (Drama) Howdy do motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote the cannon Listen close I got duct tape and rope I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'Bannons One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy That's the A-K forty seven made 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, um I'm the sickest nigga doin' it Bet that baby These other niggas dough I'm wet crack baby, yes Get back get back boy this a set back 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 mother fucker 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 nigga to me, yea Don't miss, you fuckin' with the hit man Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya Nigga talk to the (cannon) Have a few words with the (cannon) Tell it to my mother fuckin' (cannon) Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya Nigga talk to the (cannon) Have a few words with the (cannon) Tell it to my mother fuckin' (cannon) Ayo I make it hard for rap niggas I'm peer pressure Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better I show niggas 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 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 Niggas ain't real as Will cause I'm a (cannon) And I handle well pedal like Cannondale And I got the fifty cal mag its a hand-held I'm tellin' you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon And I'm on that Philly fire shit Then I come fully equipped You try me get bodied keep the shawty in the whip If a nigga try to stick me I'm a blam him Sing a long da da da di I'm 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, four pond 'em And sink them heat 'em and leave 'em 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 call General Motors I will, take control of your soldiers You wont listen till I toss them in the wok like chicken General toaster This rap shit like diggin' in the register, dealin' with big embezzlers Get it right, I'm better and better than my competitors Ahead, another level up, me, I'm worth eleven plugs I can stop rappin', ain't I already said enough? The whole motherfuckin' game owe me, time to settle up If I move forward a little slower, you'll be catching up Man that's the shit you need to listen for 'Cause where I'm from niggas dumb, they'll give you what you're itching for It's a issue with you, best to handle your business, bro 'Cause ain't no politicking when killas comin' to get you, bro Hey, although, they don't know the whole fire In the dark, shoot sparks like rim with no tire I don't deal with the lames, I'd much rather blow by ya They known to spit a lot of hot air like blow dryers 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 Snort that 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 wit' me, any time, pick a city Fuck nigga (cannon)