Lil Wayne, Juice, Dxtroit Red, Willie the Kid, Freeway - Cannon lyrics

Yeah aMG's the gang!
Dedication 2 drama
Pay attention! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz)

Howdy do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby
Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the
(My nigga Don Cannon)
Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
(Oh) i leave you missing like
The fucking 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 humming
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 doing 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 come to that paper
I stack books ha you heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or
Put some money on ya head life ain't cheap
You 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 looking in
So tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I told my homies, "Don't kill him
Bring the nigga to me" (Gangsta)
Yeah, don't miss, you fucking 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 motherfucking (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 motherfucking (Cannon)

From Philly to where I'm landing, I'm a
(Cannon)
And I'm on that Philly fighting 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 "Di-di dadi, " I'm Free
Got the burners
Got the green, he got the tan
Got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough, I'm inside of your house
Tie up your brother (Woo)
Make the prick call up your mother
(Ugh) , she might know where to find you
I am on top of my job
The heavyweight champ with the flow
It's flow like the ocean
Open water, you're drowning, i will
(Damn)
Four-pound him and seek him, heat him
Then leave him stinking (Yuh)
Sharks surround him and eat him
Nice to know him, i will
(yeah) roll over your squad like
I'm "One-Punch" Carr
You chumps, you best call General Motors
I will (Ugh)
Take control of your soldiers
You won't miss 'em 'Til I toss em in the
Wok like chicken, General Tso, uh oh!

I make it hard for rap niggas
I'm peer pressure (Yes)
Matter of fact I'm motivation to rap better
(Yes)
I show niggas how to act, how to dress better
I stay fresh
More fitted caps than bad catchers (Woo)
I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool
The motherfucking (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 Will, 'cause I'm a
(Cannon)
And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale
And I got the 50-cal' mag, it's a handheld
(Cannon) i'm telling you niggas, I pop
Put a shell in you niggas (Oh)
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
(Oh, oh) i got whores in the
Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowing 'ghan by the quarter, weed
Odor in the Rover, nigga

Yeah (Cannon)
Detroit Red getting change like
Them white folks (Ha)
Dump it out the window of
The Range with the rifle (Ha)
Pain like a bitch like the
First day of a cycle (Ha)
You better scurry when I pull the
(Cannon! Ha) tracks burn the streets like a
Truck do the gas
I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass
(What else?)
I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task
She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than a
(Cannon) " my attire makes the ladies say
"Your man is too fly" (What else?)
Imported oils from Iran and Dubai
(What else?)
Get caught slipping with your mans
And you die where I'm from
Niggas be quick to squeeze the (Cannon! Ha)
Detroit Red always got some
Shit for your ears
Show me love, but keep it moving, man
'cause if you get near (Ha)
I'll say, "Get off my dick" and tell
Your bitch to come here
'Cause you sweating me and my DJ, Don
(Cannon)

Legs spread far out
You know how I'm standing
Yeah, I'm posted with the big homie
(Cannon! Ha) i got niggas who don't like
Rap loving our shit
We got niggas who was stuck
On Pac bumping our shit
These niggas can't see me like
I ain't been around lately
A good batter when they at the mound
It's gravy
Niggas salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella
Just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana
Yeah, Vic found that lick now
We ain't smoking no more regular
Keep your mid-grade
I don't think you know no better
They loved "In Da Trunk" now
They wanna hear more shit
I play it modest, like, "Nigga
That's some of our old shit"
Got niggas I ain't never met
Wanting to fight me
Got hoes that's in love, asking
"Why you don't like me?"
Bitch, I'm married to the game
And I love my wifey
Stepping over competition, man
I love these Nikes (yeah)
I'm hot, they fanning
Niggas try to copy my style like the
(Cannon! Ha) don't try to compare I'm in
A league of my own
If I ain't listed at the top, nigga
The stats is wrong
All the data is off, your 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 incest, but
Juice the motherfucker, like geah!

This what I'ma do! From here on out
You can call me Mr game Seven! Oh, yeah!
That was just preseason!
You thought we was playing for real?