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Correct Cannon Lyrics
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Correct Cannon
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Howdy Do mutha fuckas it's weezy baby Niggas bitchin and I gotta take the cannon Listen close I got duct tape and rope Ill leave you missin like tha fuckin ol balance One hand on ma money, on hand on ma buddy Thas tha ak47 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 kno I'm sick I don't spit I vomit Got it? One egg short of the omelette Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg Then tell him catch up like mayonaisse I'm the sickest nigga doin it Bet that baby These other niggas kno I'm wet crack baby, yes Get back get back boy it's a set back Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap Them boys pussy, born without a back bone 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 ma howl on Some niggas 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 aint cheap You're better off dead if you can't pay the fee Shoutout ma nigga fee See every muthafucka at the door don't get a key You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see Its about money it's bigger than me I told ma homiess don't kill him bring tha nigga to me, yes Don't miss, you fuckin wit the hitmen Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again [[[straight up, I aint got no conversation for ya Nigga talk to the cannon Have a few words wit tha cannon Tell it to ma muthafuckin cannon]]] From philly to where I'm landin ima cannon And I'm on that philly fiya shit Then I come fully equipped You try me get _____ and shotti in the whip If a nigga try to stick me ima blam him Single on them _______them ____ the butters got the greedy got the ____ got the whole enchilada Homie kno I'm inside of your house Tie up your brother Make the prick call up your mother she might kno where to find you I am on top of ma job The heavyweight champ of the flow Its flow like the ocean; open water you drownin I will ___ drown em and sink em heat em and leave em stinkin Sharks surround em and eat em nice ____ Roll over ya squad like I'm a punch card You chumps you best guard your ____ I will take control of your soldiers You wont listen til I toss em in the wok like chicken A yo 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 tha muthafuckin 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 aint real as will cuz ima cannon And I handle well pedal like ____ And I got the 50 cal mag it's a handheld I'm tellin you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas Ma nice watch'll helen keller you niggas I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin ova Blowin gam by the quarter weed _____ nigga Yea yea detroit red gettin change like them white folks Dump it out the window of the range wit the right folk Pain like a bitch the first day of her cycle You betta scurry when I pull the cannon Straps burn the streets like a truck through the gas I love head and caressin a vuluptous ass I ask your baby momma is she up to the task She like damn red it's bigger than a cannon Ma attire makes tha ladies say your man is too fly Imported oils from iran and ____ Get caught slippin wit ya mans and you die Where I'm from niggas be quick to squeeze the cannon Detroit red always got some shit for ya ear Show me love but keep it movin man cuz if you get near Ill say get off ma dick and tell ya bitch to come here Cuz you sweatin me and ma dj like Legs spread far out, you kno how I'm standin Yea I'm posted wit tha big homie cannon I got niggas who don't like rap lovin our shit We got niggas who was stuck on pac bumpin our shit These niggas can't see me like I aint been around lately A good battle when they at the mound it's gravy Niggas healthy I'm betta No spinderella, just a cigerella, filled wit tropicana Yea vic found that nigga and we aint smokin no more regular Keep ya midgrain I don't think you kno no betta They lovin the trunk now they wanna hear mo shit I play it modest like nigga thas summa our old shit Got niggas I aint neva met wantin to fight me Got hoes thas in love askin why you don't like me Bitch I'm married to the game and I love ma wifey Steppin ova competition man I love these nikes I'm hot, they fannin Niggas tryna copy ma style like the Don't try to compare I'm in a league of ma own If I aint listed at tha top nigga tha stats is wrong All ya data is off, ya info aint valid Artist of the century the competition aint balanced True like master p and his two brothers Don't call it __________
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