(feat. Freeway, Willie The Kid, Detroit Red, Juice)
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[Lil Wayne]
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Howdy do motherfuckas, it's Weezy Baby
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Niggaz bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)
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Listen close, I got duct tape and rope
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I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons
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One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
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That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me
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Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming
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Don't make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
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Niggaz know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit, got it?
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One egg short of the omelet
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Simon says shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg
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And tell him catch up/ketchup like mayonnaise
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Um, I'm the sickest nigga doing it, bet that baby
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These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack baby
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Yes, get back, get back boy, this a set back
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Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall in to a death trap
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Them boys pussy, born without a backbone
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And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones
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Wet em up, I hope he got his towel on
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I aim at the moon and get my howl on
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Some niggaz cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
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And when it come to that paper I stack books
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You heard what I said
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I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head
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Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee
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Shout out my nigga Fee
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See every motherfucka at the door don't get a key
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Ya outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see
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It's about money, it's bigger than me
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I tell my homies don't kill him, bring the nigga to me
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Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman
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Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again
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[Lil Wayne - Hook]
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Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
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Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
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Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
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Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
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Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
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Nigga talk to the (Cannon)
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Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
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Nigga tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon)
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[Freeway]
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From Philly to where I'm landing I'm a (Cannon)
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And I'm on that Philly fighting shit
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And I come fully equipped
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You trolley, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip
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If a nigga try to stick me I'ma blam him
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Sing along now, di-di-dadi, I'm Free
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Got the butters, got the green, he got the tan
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Got the whole enchilada
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Owe me dough, I'm inside of ya house
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Tie up ya brother, make the prick call up ya mother
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She might know where to find you
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I am... on top of my job
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The heavyweight champ of the flowas
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Flow like the ocean, open water, ya drowning
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I will... four-pound him, and sink him
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Heat him then leave him stinking
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Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him
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I will... roll over your squad like I'm "One Punch" Carr
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You chumps, you best call General Motors
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I will... take control of your soldiers
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You won't miss 'em 'til I toss em in the wok like chicken
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General Tso/toast em, uh-oh!
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[Willie the Kid]
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I make it hard for rap niggaz, I'm peer pressure
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Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
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I showed niggaz how to act, how to dress better
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I stay fresh, more fitted caps than back catchers
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I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
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The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool
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The motherfucking (Cannon)
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Other words, I'm the real, for real
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We can go check for check or bill for bill
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We can go chick for chick or skill for skill
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The deal is sealed, niggaz ain't real as Will
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'Cause I'm a (Cannon)
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And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale
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And I got the 50-cal mag, its a handheld (Cannon)
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I'm telling you niggaz, I pop, put a shell in you niggaz
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My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggaz
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I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
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Blowing 'ghan by the quarter
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Weed odor in the Rover, nigga
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[Detriot Red]
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Detriot Red gettin' change like them white folks
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Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle
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Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle
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You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon)
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Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas
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I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass
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I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task
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She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than (Cannon)"
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| My attire makes the ladies say ya man is |
