Cannon (AMG Remix)

Cannon (AMG Remix) - Lil Wayne

Lil Wayne：

Howdy do motherf**kas it's Weezy Baby

N***as b***hin' and I gotta tote the

Cannon

Listen close I got duct tape and rope

I leave you missing like the f**king 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***hes humming

Don't make that bird s**t he got a weak stomach

N***as know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit got it

One egg short of the omelet

Simon says shoot a n***a in his thigh and leg

And tell him catch up like mayonnaise

Um I'm the sickest n***a doing it bet that baby

These other n***as d**e I'm wet crack baby

Yes get back get back boy this a setback

Clumsy a*s n***as slip and fall into a debt trap

Them boys p***y 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***as 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***a Fee

See every motherf**ka at the door don't get a key

Outside looking in so tell me what you see

It's about money it's bigger than me

I tell my homies don't kill him bring the n***a to me

Yeah don't miss you f**king with the hitman

Kidnap a n***a make him feel like a kid again

Lil Wayne：

Straight up I ain't got no conversation for you

N***a talk to the

Cannon

Yeah have a few words with the

Cannon

Yeah tell it to my motherf**king

Cannon

Straight up I ain't got no conversation for you

N***a talk to the

Cannon

Yeah have a few words with the

Cannon

Yeah tell it to my motherf**king

Cannon

Freeway：

From Philly to where I'm landing I'm a

Cannon

And I'm on that Philly fighting s**t and I come fully equipped

You trolley get bodied keep nina and shotty in the whip

If a n***a try to stick me I'mma blam him

Sing along now di-di-dadi I'm Free got the butters

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 prick 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

Willie the Kid：

I make it hard for rap n***as I'm peer pressure

Matter of fact I'm motivation to rap better

I showed n***as 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**king

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 n***as 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

Cannon

I'm telling you n***as I pop put a shell in you n***as

My nice watch'll Helen Keller you n***as

I got w***es in the Canon camcorder bendin' over

Blowing 'ghan by the quarter w**d odor in the Rover n***a

Detroit Red：

Detroit Red gettin' change like them white folks

Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle

Pain like a b***h like the first day of a cycle

You better scurry when I pull the

Cannon

Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas

I love head and caressing a voluptuous a*s

I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task

She like d**n Red it's bigger than

Cannon

My attire makes the ladies say ya man is too fly

Imported oils from Iran and Dubai

Get caught slipping with ya mans and you die

Where I'm from n***as be quick to squeeze the

Cannon

Detroit Red always got some s**t for ya ear

Show me love but keep it moving man cause if you get near

I'll say get off my d**k and tell ya b***h to come here

'Cause you sweating me and my DJ Don

Cannon

Juice：

Legs spread far out you know how I'm standing

Yeah I'm posted with the big homie

Cannon

I got n***as who don't like rap lovin' our s**t

We got n***as who was stuck on Pac bumpin' our s**t

These n***as can't see me like I ain't been around lately

A good batter when they at the mound its gravy

N***as salty I'm pepper no Spinderella

Just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana

Yeah Vic found that lick now we not smoking no more regular

Keep ya mid-grade I don't think you know no better

They love "In Da Trunk" now they wanna hear more s**t

I play it modest like "n***a that's some of our old s**t "

Got n***as I ain't never met wanting to fight me

Got h*es that's in love asking why you don't like me

B***h I'm married to the game and I love my wifey

Steppin' over competition man I love these Nikes

Yeah I'm hot they fanning

N***as try to copy my style like the Canon

Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own

If I ain't listed at the top n***a the stats is wrong

All the data is off ya 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 i****t but Juice the motherf**ker like

Chyeah