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Kool G Rap - Cannon Fire Lyrics

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  • [Intro]
  • Heyyo check it
  • This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here
  • Out in the streets blindfolded
  • Not knowin' what's really goin' on
  • Nawimsayin?
  • These streets is a habitat baby
  • Word up
  • Pito
  • [Verse 1]
  • In the garden of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
  • Just games that's played at high stakes, the next guys wake
  • Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late
  • The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate
  • Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
  • Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
  • A fly facer get they thighs scraped
  • And little PUS that's why raped
  • A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
  • A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tape
  • In verse of the State
  • Lost the case and gotta fry date
  • Ninety ninety eight, day of July eighth
  • Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
  • Live in the skyscrapes
  • Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
  • Where they can hibernate and operate
  • Impregnate, so ???
  • Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
  • Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
  • [Chorus]
  • Cannon fire light up the town
  • I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
  • You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
  • On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
  • Son how that sound?
  • Cannon fire light up the town
  • I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
  • You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
  • On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
  • Son how that sound?
  • [Verse 2]
  • It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon
  • Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm
  • Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons
  • And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
  • Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on
  • Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
  • What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
  • Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
  • The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're leavin' wet moms
  • Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
  • Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
  • Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
  • Yo
  • [Chorus]
  • Cannon fire light up the town
  • I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
  • You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
  • On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
  • Son how that sound?
  • Cannon fire light up the town
  • I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
  • You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down
  • On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
  • Son how that sound?
  • [Verse 3]
  • For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros
  • Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
  • They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your ***** where the grass grow
  • Runnin' wit armies like they Castro
  • Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes
  • Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
  • The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
  • Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
  • And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
  • Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
  • That's Mastro's cats in the Astros
  • Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
  • The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though
  • And pass mo'
  • Stash rolls, count em like math pros
  • And crash low soda, PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo
  • Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
  • When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow

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