Cannon Remix (feat. Lil' Wayne, Willie the Kid, Freeway & T.I.)

Aight, Mr. Thanksgiving, it's for the money this time

Yeah, Drumma

Howdy do, motherfuckers? It's Weezy Baby

Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)

Ha-ha, listen close, I got duct tape and rope

I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' 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 bitches hummin'

Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach

Niggas know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit

Got it one egg short of the omelet

Simon says, "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg

And tell him, 'Catch up like mayonnaise'"—Um

I'm the sickest nigga doin' it, bet that, baby

These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack, baby, yes

Get back, get back, boy, this a setback

Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap

Them boys pussy, born without a backbone

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 my howl on

Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush

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 ain't cheap, you're better off dead

If you can't pay the fee, shout out my nigga Fee

See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key

You're outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see

This about money, it's bigger than me

I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me," yeah

Don't miss, you fuckin' with the hitman

Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again

Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you

Nigga, talk to the (Cannon)

Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)

Yeah, tell it to my motherfuckin' (Cannon)

Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you

Nigga, talk to the (Cannon)

Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)

Nigga, tell it to my motherfuckin' (Cannon)

Ayo, ayo, I make it hard for rap niggas, I'm peer pressure (Yes)

Matter fact, I'm motivation to rap better (Yes)

I showed niggas how to act, how to dress better

I stay fresh, more fitted caps than bat catchers (Woo)

I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule

The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool, the motherfuckin' (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 (Yes)

Niggas ain't real as real 'cause I'm a (Cannon)

And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale

And I got the .50 cal mag, it's a handheld

I'm tellin' you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas

My Nikes watch, I Helen Keller you niggas

I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over

Blowin' yam by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga

From Philly to where I'm landin', I'm a (Cannon)

And I'm on that Philly fightin' shit and I come fully equipped

You try me, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip

If a nigga try to stick me, I'ma blam him, sing along now

Doo, doo, dotty, I'm Free, got the butters

Got the green, he got the tan, got the whole enchilada on me

Though I'm inside of your house, tie up your brother

Make the prick call up your mother, she might know where to find you

I am on top of my job, the heavyweight champ

Of the flow, is flow like the ocean, open water, you're drownin'

I will four-pound him and sink him, heat him and leave him stinkin'

Sharks surround him, then eat him, nice to know him

I will roll over your squad like I'm One Punch Kard

You chumps, you best call General Motors

I will take control of your soldiers you won't listen to

I toss 'em in the wok like chicken, General Tso's 'em, uh

This rap shit like diggin' in the register, dealin' with big embezzler

Get it right, I'm better than better than my competitors

Ahead another level up, mil' worth eleven plus

I could stop rappin', ain't I already said enough?

The whole motherfuckin' game owe me, time to settle up

If I move forward a lil' slower, you'll be catchin' up (Hold up)

Now, that's the shit you need to listen for

'Cause where I'm from, a nigga dumb

They'll give you what you itchin' for

It's an issue with ya, best to handle your business, bruh

'Cause ain't no politickin' when killers comin' to get you, bruh

They all go, they don't know the whole fire

In the dark, shootin' sparks like rim with no tires

I don't deal with the lames, I'd much rather blow by ya

They known to spit a lot of hot air like blowdryers

And I'm really off the wire, look at me, I'm on fire

Here's some useful information if you don't know Sire

Just know I got cake (Cake) and I'm not fake (Fake)

So you should strongly consider doin' an about face

And if not, all you gotta say is you wanna get busy

And I'm down, get with me, any town, pick a city, fuck nigga (Cannon)