Cassidy - Pop That Cannon Lyrics
[Intro - Swizz Beatz]Aooow! banger, let's go(Swizz, man) Styles P(Oh, y'all ain't know) CassidyFull Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo!Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whooWhoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow![Verse 1 - Cassidy]Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own bladeThe chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own legNigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDSAnd my block got more rocks, then the Stone AgeYou been afraid, you sweet like homemadeLemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blazeYou could make the newspaper, get ya own pageAnd make the news too, you know how my dudes doWe wear masks so you can't tell, who's whoAnd for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes tooWit the lead pipe, so get ya head rightI'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red lightI'm comin for cash, gun in the dashAnd I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon)I got my gat, I ain't walkin without itAnd I ***** and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga[Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)]POP that cannon, POP that cannonPOP that cannon, POP that cannon(It's whatever mother*****as, I ain't scared)(It's whatever mother*****as, I ain't scared)So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannonPOP that cannon, POP that cannon(It's whatever mother*****as, I ain't scared)(It's whatever mother*****as, I ain't scared)[Verse 2 - Styles P.]Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie nowBut shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrowNo *****in wit the Holiday Styles kidBlow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbidLike Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shitOrgans on the floor of the vanCause you gotta show these faggot mother*****as, that you more of a manY'all wanna fly like Mike... mother*****asSo they won't find you, or your Jordans againTake a boss to be ordered the men, give them a callIf you don't have my money, in 24 hoursThen the *****sucka won't see his daughter againIt's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screenI got a roll for you to play... stand hereAnd take six to the face, I dug a hole for you todayHoliday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what[Chorus][Verse 3 - Cassidy]Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymesI'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grindShit my whole clique commit crimesDid time, been on the strip and grip ninesBut I swear to you mother*****asI got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you mother*****asI'm a hustler, plus a check cutterI stretch butter, in ?? X, now that's gutterI came for war, you know what them thangs is forSlug make ya blood stain the floorIt ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect meI grip gats, that kick back like Jet LiSo don't test me, or the boy S.PCause I ain't tryna get no *****in blood, on my fresh teeYou don't impress me, STOP that cannonCause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon[Chorus]
