Lil Wayne - Cannon lyrics

Howdy Do mutha fuckas its weezy baby

niggas bitchin and i gotta take the cannon

listen close i got duct tape and rope

ill leave you missin like tha fuckin ol balance

one hand on ma money, on hand on ma buddy

thas tha AK47 made his neighborhood love me

bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin

dont let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach

niggas kno im sick i dont spit i vomit

got it?

one egg short of the omelette

simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg

then tell him catch up like mayonaisse

im the sickest nigga doin it

bet that baby

these other niggas kno im wet crack baby, yes

get back get back boy its a set back

clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap

them boys pussy, born without a back bone

and if you strapped we can trade like the dow jones

wet him up, i hope he got his towel on

i aim at the moon, and get ma howl on

some niggas cry wolf, im on that dry cush

and when it comes to that paper i stack books

you heard what i said

i can put you on your feet or put some money on your head

life aint cheap

you're better off dead if you cant pay the fee

shoutout ma nigga fee

see every muthafucka at the door dont get a key

you outside lookin in, so tell me wut u see

its about money its bigger than me

i told ma homiess dont kill him bring tha nigga to me, yes

dont miss, you fuckin wit the hitmen

kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again

(straight up, i aint got no conversation for ya

nigga talk to the cannon

have a few words wit tha cannon

tell it to ma muthafuckin cannon)

from philly to where im landin ima cannon

and im on that philly fiya shit

then i come fully equipped

you try me get --- and shotti in the whip

if a nigga try to stick me ima blam him

single on them ---them --- the butters got the greedy got the --- got the whole enchilada

Homie kno im inside of your house

tie up your brother

make the prick call up your mother she might kno where to find you

i am on top of ma job

the heavyweight champ of the flow

its flow like the ocean; open water you drownin

i will --- drown em and sink em heat em and leave em stinkin

sharks surround em and eat em nice ---

roll over ya squad like im a punch card

you chumps you best guard your ---

i will take control of your soldiers

you wont listen til i toss em in the wok like chicken

a yo

i make it hard for rap niggas im peer pressure

matter fact im motivation to rap better

i show niggas how to act how to dress better

i stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers

im the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool tha muthafuckin

other words im 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 aint real as will cuz ima cannon

and i handle well pedal like ---

and i got the 50 cal mag its a handheld

im tellin you niggas i pop put a shell in you niggas

ma nice watch'll helen keller you niggas

i got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin ova

blowin gam by the quarter weed --- nigga

yea yea detroit red gettin change like them white folks

dump it out the window of the range wit the right folk

pain like a bitch the first day of her cycle

you betta scurry when i pull the cannon

straps burn the streets like a truck through the gas

i love head and caressin a vuluptous ass

i ask your baby momma is she up to the task

she like damn red its bigger than a cannon

ma attire makes tha ladies say your man is too fly

imported oils from iran and ---

get caught slippin wit ya mans and you die

where im from niggas be quick to squeeze the cannon

detroit red always got some shit for ya ear

show me love but keep it movin man cuz if you get near

ill say get off ma dick and tell ya bitch to come here

cuz you sweatin me and ma dj like

legs spread far out, you kno how im standin

yea im posted wit tha big homie cannon

i got niggas who dont like rap lovin our shit

we got niggas who was stuck on pac bumpin our shit

these niggas cant see me like i aint been around lately

a good battle when they at the mound its gravy

niggas healthy im betta

no spinderella, just a cigerella, filled wit tropicana

yea vic found that nigga and we aint smokin no more regular

keep ya midgrain i dont think you kno no betta

they lovin the trunk now they wanna hear mo shit

i play it modest like nigga thas summa our old shit

got niggas i aint neva met wantin to fight me

got hoes thas in love askin why you dont like me

bitch im married to the game and i love ma wifey

steppin ova competition man i love these nikes

im hot, they fannin

niggas tryna copy ma style like the

dont try to compare im in a league of ma own

if i aint listed at tha top nigga tha stats is wrong

all ya data is off, ya info aint valid

artist of the century the competition aint balanced

true like master p and his two brothers

dont call it ---