(feat. Styles P, Swizz Beatz)
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[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
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Aooow! banger, let's go
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(Swizz, man) Styles P
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(Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy
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Full Surface, listen
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it's a rap for y'all, whooo!
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Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo,
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whoo, whoo, whoo
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Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo,
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whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!
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[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
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Look, homes behave,
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or get cut wit ya own blade
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The chrome raise,
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put ya guts on ya own leg
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Nigga I'm sicker
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then full-blown AIDS
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And my block got more rocks,
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then the Stone Age
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You been afraid,
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you sweet like homemade
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Lemonade, if it's beef,
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then the chrome blaze
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You could make the newspaper,
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get ya own page
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And make the news too,
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you know how my dudes do
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We wear masks so
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you can't tell, who's who
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And for the cash,
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we'll blast at you dudes too
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Wit the lead pipe,
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so get ya head right
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I'm in the Benz, rims,
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spin at the red light
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I'm comin for cash,
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gun in the dash
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And I'm on 21 and
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a half's (for real cannon)
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I got my gat,
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I ain't walkin without it
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And I cock and clap,
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you just talkin about it, nigga
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[Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)]
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POP that cannon,
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POP that cannon
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POP that cannon,
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POP that cannon
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(It's whatever motherfuckas,
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I ain't scared)
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(It's whatever motherfuckas,
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I ain't scared)
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So a - POP that cannon,
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POP that cannon
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POP that cannon,
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POP that cannon
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(It's whatever motherfuckas,
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I ain't scared)
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(It's whatever motherfuckas,
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I ain't scared)
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[Verse 2 - Styles P.]
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Niggaz is fly now,
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and everybody livin a lie now
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But shit feel different wit
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a gun in ya eyebrow
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No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
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Blow wit a ton of guns,
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and he got a hell of an outbid
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Like Cosby in the hood,
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I knock the jelatin out shit
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Organs on the floor of the van
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Cause you gotta show these faggot
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motherfuckas, that you more of a man
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Y'all wanna fly like Mike...
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motherfuckas
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So they won't find you,
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or your Jordans again
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Take a boss to be ordered the men,
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give them a call
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If you don't have my money,
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in 24 hours
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Then the cocksucka
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won't see his daughter again
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It's like the movie that you seen,
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I'm the star of the screen
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I got a roll for you to play... stand here
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And take six to the face,
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I dug a hole for you today
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Holiday Styles,
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killin 20 soldiers in a day, what
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
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Ayo I use to pitch nicks,
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now I spit rhymes
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I'ma get mine, legit,
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or the quick grind
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Shit my whole clique
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commit crimes
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Did time, been on the
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strip and grip nines
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But I swear to you motherfuckas
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I got my gun right here,
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I ain't scared of you motherfuckas
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I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter
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I stretch butter, in ??
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X, now that's gutter
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I came for war,
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you know what them thangs is for
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Slug make ya blood stain the floor
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It ain't a game no more,
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niggaz gon' respect me
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I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
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So don't test me, or the boy S.P
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Cause I ain't tryna get
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no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
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You don't impress me,
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STOP that cannon
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Cause you could get ROCKED,
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when I POP that cannon
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[Chorus]
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Pop That Cannon ( Feat. Styles P )
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| Cassidy |
