Pop That Cannon

Aooow! banger, let´s go

(Swizz, man) Styles P

(Oh, y´all ain´t know) Cassidy

Full Surface, listen it´s a rap for y´all, whooo!

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!

Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade

The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg

Nigga I´m sicker then full-blown AIDS

And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age

You been afraid, you sweet like homemade

Lemonade, if it´s beef, then the chrome blaze

You could make the newspaper, get ya own page

And make the news too, you know how my dudes do

We wear masks so you can´t tell, who´s who

And for the cash, we´ll blast at you dudes too

Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right

I´m in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light

I´m comin for cash, gun in the dash

And I´m on 21 and a half´s (for real cannon)

I got my gat, I ain´t walkin without it

And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga

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POP that cannon, POP that cannon

POP that cannon, POP that cannon

(It´s whatever motherfuckas, I ain´t scared)

(It´s whatever motherfuckas, I ain´t scared)

So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon

POP that cannon, POP that cannon

(It´s whatever motherfuckas, I ain´t scared)

(It´s whatever motherfuckas, I ain´t scared)

Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now

But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow

No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid

Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid

Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit

Organs on the floor of the van

Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man

Y´all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas

So they won´t find you, or your Jordans again

Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call

If you don´t have my money, in 24 hours

Then the cocksucka won´t see his daughter again

It´s like the movie that you seen, I´m the star of the screen

I got a roll for you to play... stand here

And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today

Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what

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Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes

I´ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind

Shit my whole clique commit crimes

Did time, been on the strip and grip nines

But I swear to you motherfuckas

I got my gun right here, I ain´t scared of you motherfuckas

I´m a hustler, plus a check cutter

I stretch butter, in ?? X, now that´s gutter

I came for war, you know what them thangs is for

Slug make ya blood stain the floor

It ain´t a game no more, niggaz gon´ respect me

I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li

So don´t test me, or the boy S.P

Cause I ain´t tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee

You don´t impress me, STOP that cannon

Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon

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