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dj drama – cannon (remix) lyrics

[intro: t.i. & lil wayne]
alright, mr. thanksgiving, this for the money this time
yeah, drama

[verse 1: lil wayne]
howdy do motherf#ckas, it’s weezy baby
n#ggas 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#ggas 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” 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 setback
clumsy #ss n#ggas slip and fall into a debt 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 your moon and get my howl on
some n#ggas 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
you’re outside looking in, so tell me what you see
it’s about money, it’s bigger than me
i tell my homies: “don’t k!ll 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

[chorus: lil wayne]
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)
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)

[verse 2: willie the kid]
i make it hard for rap n#ggas, i’m peer pressure
matter of fact i’m motivation to rap better
i showed n#ggas how to act, how to dress better
i stay fresh, more fitted caps than bad 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 sk!ll for sk!ll
the deal is sealed, n#ggas 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
i’m telling you n#ggas, i pop, put a sh#ll in you n#ggas
my nice watch’ll helen keller you n#ggas
i got wh0r#s in the canon camcorder bendin’ over
blowing ‘ghan by the quarter, weed odor in the rover, n#gga

[verse 3: freeway]
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’mma 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 pr#ck call up ya mother, she might know where to find you
i am on top of my job, the heavyweight champ of the flowers
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, uh#oh!

[verse 4: t.i.]
alright man
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- dj drama lyrics

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