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Pop That Cannon lyrics
(feat. Styles P, Swizz Beatz)
[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let s go
(Swizz, man) Styles P
(Oh, y all ain t know) Cassidy
Full Surface, listen it s a rap for y all, whooo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I m sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it s beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too, you know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can t tell, who s who
And for the cash, we ll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I m in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I m comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I m on 21 and a half s (for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain t walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga
[Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)]
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It s whatever motherfuckas, I ain t scared)
(It s whatever motherfuckas, I ain t scared)
So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It s whatever motherfuckas, I ain t scared)
(It s whatever motherfuckas, I ain t scared)
[Verse 2 - Styles P.]
Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now
But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow
No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit
Organs on the floor of the van
Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man
Y all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas
So they won t find you, or your Jordans again
Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
If you don t have my money, in 24 hours
Then the cocksucka won t see his daughter again
It s like the movie that you seen, I m the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play... stand here
And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
I ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
Shit my whole clique commit crimes
Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
But I swear to you motherfuckas
I got my gun right here, I ain t scared of you motherfuckas
I m a hustler, plus a check cutter
I stretch butter, in ?? X, now that s gutter
I came for war, you know what them thangs is for
Slug make ya blood stain the floor
It ain t a game no more, niggaz gon respect me
I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
So don t test me, or the boy S.P
Cause I ain t tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
You don t impress me, STOP that cannon
Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon
[Chorus]
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