Cannon (AMG Remix)

Listen, my nigga Drama, man, what need you do. Need you to give 'em something else straight on Just to warm 'em up, and then later on We hit 'em with that crib knock, So I Hope these motherfuckers understand how. Get your pipes, get your gangster grill. Yeah. AK-47. Dedication 2. AK-47. Drama. Weezy. Howdy-doo, motherfuckers? It's Weezy Baby. Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote The-cannon. Listen close, I got duct tape and rope. I leave you missin' like the fuckin' 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 bitches Hummin'. Don't let that bird shit, he got a Weak stomach. Niggas know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit. Got it? One egg short of the omelet. Simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and Leg and tell him catch up like mayonnaise. Um, I'm the sickest nigga doin' it, Bet that, baby. These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack baby. Yes, get back, get back, boy, this a step Back. Clumsy-ass nigga slip and fall into a death Trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone. And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones. Run him up, I hope he got His towel on. I aim at the moon and Get my howl on. Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush. And when it comes to that paper, I stack Books. You heard what I said. I could 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, shout out my Nigga Fee. See, every motherfucker at the door don't Get a key. You're outside lookin' in, So tell me what you see. This about money, it's bigger than me. I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the Nigga to me." Yeah, don't miss, you fuckin' with the hitman. Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid Again. Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for You. Nigga, talk to the cannon. Yeah, have a few words with the cannon. Yeah, tell it to my motherfuckin' cannon. Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for You. Nigga, talk to the cannon. Yeah, have a few words with the cannon. Nigga, tell it to my motherfuckin' cannon. From Philly the way I'm hittin', I'm a cannon. And I'm on that Philly fightin' shit and I Come fully equipped. You try me, get bodied. Keep Nina and shotty In the whip. If a nigga try to stick Me, I'ma blam him. Sing along, now to the thotty. I'm free, got the budders, got the green, he Got the tan, got the whole enchilada on me. Though I'm inside of your house, tie up your Brother. Make the brick call up your mother. She might know where to find you. I am on top of my job, the heavyweight Champ. Well, the flow is slow like the ocean. Open water, you're drownin'. I will go up on him and see him, Yeet him and leave him stinkin'. Sharks surround him to 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 listen to, I toss 'em in the Wok like chickens and I'm a closer. Go-ayo, 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 rue. The gat, the strap, the gun, The tool. The 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, niggas ain't real As Will. 'Cause I'm a cannon and I handle Well. Pedal like Cannondale. And I got the.50 cal mag, it's a Handheld cannon. I'm tellin' you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas. My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas. I got hoes in the Cannon camcorder bendin' over. Blowin' gam by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga. Cannon, cannon. Detroit Red gettin' change like them white folks. Dumpin' out the window of the Range with the Rifle. Pain like a bitch the first day of Her cycle. You better scurry when I pull the Cannon, cannon. Tracks burn the streets like a truck do to Gas. I love head and caressin' a voluptuous ass. Ask your baby mama is she up to the Task. She like, "Damn, Red is bigger than a Cannon, cannon." My attire makes the ladies say your man is Too fly. Imported oils from Iran and Dubai. Get caught slippin' with your mans and you die. Where I'm from, niggas be quick to squeeze the Cannon, cannon. Detroit Red always got some shit for your ear. Show me love but keep it movin', man, 'cause If you get near. I'll say get off my dick and tell your Bitch to come here. 'Cause you sweatin' me and My DJ Todd Cannon, Cannon. You know where I'm standin'. Yeah, I'm posted with the 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 ain't been around lately. A good batter when they at the mound is Braven. Niggas salty, I'm pepper. No Cinderella, just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana. Yeah, Bic found that lick, Now we ain't smokin' no more regular. Keep your mid-grade, I don't think you know no Better. They love In the Trunk, now they wanna Hear more shit. I play it modest like, "Nigga, That's some of our old shit." Got niggas I ain't never met wantin' to fight Me. Got hoes that's in love askin', "Why you Don't like me?" Bitch, I'm married to the game And I love my wifey. Steppin' over competition, man, I love these Nikes. Shit, I'm hot, they fannin'. Niggas try to copy my style like a cannon, 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 the data's old, your info ain't valid. Artist of the century, the competition ain't Balanced. True like Master P and his two brothers. Don't call it incest but just a motherfucker like, "Gee." From here on out, you can call me Mr. Gangsta. Oh yeah, that was just procedure. You know we playin' for real?