[Lil Wayne] Howdy do motherfuckers it's Weezy baby Niggaz bitchin and I gotta toke the "Cannon" Listen close I got duct tape and rope I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O' Banas One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy That's that AK-47 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 niggaz 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 "ketch up" like mayonaisse
umm I'm the sickest nigga doin it bet that baby These other niggaz dope I'm wet crack baby, yes get back get back boy its a set back clumsy ass niggaz 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 cha moon, and get my howl on Some niggaz 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 Shoutout my nigga fee See every motherfucker 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 wit the hitmen kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again
(Bridge) x2 Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya Nigga talk to the "Cannon" Have a few words wit the "Cannon" Tell it to my motherfuckin "Cannon"
[Freeway] From Philly to where I'm landin ima "Cannon" And I'm on that Philly fightin shit Then I come fully equipped you try me get body and shotti in the whip if a nigga try to stick me ima blam him Single on them da da them and free got the butters
got the greedy got the chan 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 my job The heavyweight champ of the flow its flow like the ocean; open water you drownin I will four pound 'em
And sink 'em heat 'em and leave 'em stinkin Sharks surround 'em and eat 'em nice to know 'em I will
roll over ya squad like I'm a punch card you chumps you best call general motors I will take control of your soldiers you won't listen til I toss 'em in the wok like chicken
[Lupe Fiasco] A yo
A yo I make it hard for rap niggaz I'm peer pressure matter fact I'm motivation to rap better I show niggaz 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 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 niggaz ain't real as will
cuz ima "Cannon" And I handle well pedal like cannon dell And I got the 50 cal mag its a handheld "Cannon" I'm tellin you niggaz
I pop put a shell in you niggaz ma nice watch'll helen keller you niggaz I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin ova blowin gam by the quarter weed ova in the rover nigga (ha ha ha ha)
[Detroit Red] yea yea
Detroit red gettin change like them white folks Dump it out the window of the range wit the rifle 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 voluptuous ass I ask your baby momma is she up to the task She like damn red its bigger than a "Cannon" ma attire makes the ladies say your man is too fly imported oils from Iran and Dubai get caught slippin wit ya mans and you die where I'm from niggaz be quick to squeeze the "Cannon" Detroit red always got some shit for ya ear Show me love but keep it movin man cause if you get near I'll say get off my dick and tell ya bitch to come here cuz you sweatin me and my DJ Todd "Cannon"
[Juice] legs spread far out, you kno how I'm standin yea I'm posted wit the big homie "Cannon" I got niggaz who don't like rap lovin our shit we got niggaz who was stuck on Pac bumpin our shit These niggaz can't see me like I ain't been around lately A good battle when they at the mound its gravy niggaz salty I'm Peppa no spinderella, just a cigerella Filled wit tropicana yea Vic found that nigga and we ain't smokin no more regular keep ya midgrade I don't think you kno no betta They lovin the trunk now they wanna hear mo shit I play it modest like nigga thats some of our old shit got niggaz I ain't neva met wantin to fight me got hoes thats in love askin why you don't like me bitch I'm married to the game and I love my wifey Steppin ova competition man I love these Nikes I'm hot, they fannin niggaz tryna copy my style like the "Cannon" 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 ya data is off, ya info ain't valid Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced TRU like Master P and his two brothers Don't call it incest but "Juice" the motherfucker like...yea
