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Kool G Rap - Cannon Fire lyrics
[Intro] Heyyo check it This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here Out in the streets blindfolded Not knowin' what's really goin' on Nawimsayin? These streets is a habitat baby Word up Pito [Verse 1] In the garden of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes Just games that's played at high stakes, the next guys wake Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate A fly facer get they thighs scraped And little PUS that's why raped A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tape In verse of the State Lost the case and gotta fry date Ninety ninety eight, day of July eighth Some cats get ta stack the hot papes Live in the skyscrapes Go ta airline, buy flyin' states Where they can hibernate and operate Impregnate, so ??? Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate [Chorus] Cannon fire light up the town I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down Son how that sound? Cannon fire light up the town I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down Son how that sound? [Verse 2] It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're leavin' wet moms Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms Yo [Chorus] Cannon fire light up the town I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down Son how that sound? Cannon fire light up the town I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down Son how that sound? [Verse 3] For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow Runnin' wit armies like they Castro Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove That's Mastro's cats in the Astros Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though And pass mo' Stash rolls, count em like math pros And crash low soda, PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow |
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