Cannon (AMG Remix) - Lil Wayne feat Freeway, Willie The Kid, Detroit Red, Juice

[Lil Wayne]
Howdy do motherf_ckas, it's Weezy Baby
N_ggaz b_tchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)
Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I leave you missing like the f_cking 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 b_tches humming
Don't make that bird sh_t, he got a weak stomach
N_ggaz know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says shoot a n_gga in his thigh and leg
And tell him catch up/ketchup like mayonnaise
Um, I'm the sickest n_gga doing it, bet that baby
These other n_ggas dope, I'm wet crack baby
Yes, get back, get back boy, this a set back
Clumsy ass n_ggas slip and fall in to a death trap
Them boys p_ssy, born without a backbone
And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at the moon and get my howl on
Some n_ggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it come to that paper I stack books
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 n_gga Fee
See every motherf_cka at the door don't get a key
Ya outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
It's about money, it's bigger than me
I tell my homies don't kill him, bring the n_gga to me
Yeah, don't miss, you f_cking with the hitman
Kidnap a n_gga, make him feel like a kid again

[Lil Wayne - Hook]
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
N_gga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Yeah, tell it to my motherf_cking (Cannon)
Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
N_gga talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
N_gga tell it to my motherf_cking (Cannon)

From Philly to where I'm landing I'm a (Cannon)
And I'm on that Philly fighting sh_t
And I come fully equipped
You trolley, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip
If a n_gga try to stick me I'ma blam him
Sing along now, di-di-dadi, I'm Free
Got the b_tters, got the green, he got the tan
Got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough, I'm inside of ya house
Tie up ya brother, make the prick call up ya mother
She might know where to find you
I am... on top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flowas
Flow like the ocean, open water, ya drowning
I will... four-pound him, and sink him
Heat him then leave him stinking
Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him
I will... roll over your squad like I'm "One Punch" Carr
You chumps, you best call General Motors
I will... take control of your soldiers
You won't miss 'em 'til I toss em in the wok like chicken
General Tso/toast em, uh-oh!

[Willie the Kid]
I make it hard for rap n_ggaz, I'm peer pressure
Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
I showed n_ggaz how to act, how to dress better
I stay fresh, more fitted caps than back catchers
I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool
The motherf_cking (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, n_ggaz ain't real as Will
'Cause I'm a (Cannon)
And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale
And I got the 50-cal mag, its a handheld (Cannon)
I'm telling you n_ggaz, I pop, put a shell in you n_ggaz
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you n_ggaz
I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowing 'ghan by the quarter
Weed odor in the Rover, n_gga

[Detriot Red]
Detriot Red gettin' change like them white folks
Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle
Pain like a b_tch like the first day of a cycle
You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon)
Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass
I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task
She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than (Cannon)"
My attire makes the ladies say ya man is too fly
Imported oils from Iran and Dubois
Get caught slipping with ya mans and you die
Where I'm from n_ggaz be quick to squeeze the (Cannon)
Detroit Red always got some sh_t for ya ear
Show me love but keep it moving man, 'cause you if you get near
I'll say "get off my d_ck" and tell ya b_tch 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)
I got n_ggaz who don't like rap lovin' our sh_t
We got n_ggaz who was stuck on Pac bumpin' our sh_t
These n_ggaz can't see me like I ain't been around lately
A good batter when they at the mound its gravy
N_ggaz salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella
Just a cigarillo, filled with Tropicana
Yeah, Vic found that lick now we not smoking no more regular
Keep ya mid-grade, I don't think you know no better
They love "In Da Trunk", now they wanna hear more sh_t
I play it modest like "n_gga thats some of our old sh_t"
Got n_ggaz I aint never met wanting to fight me
Got hoes thats in love asking "why you dont like me?"
B_tch I'm married to the game and I love my wifey
Steppin' over competition, man I love these Nikes
Yeah, I'm hot, they fannin'
N_ggaz try to 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 n_gga the stats is wrong
All the data is off, ya info ain't valid
Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced
True/Tru like Master P and his two brothers
Don't call it incest but Juice the motherf_cker
Like... ch'yea

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