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Kool G. Rap

Cannon Fire

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Текст песни Kool G. Rap - Cannon Fire

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[Intro]Heyyo check itThis goes out for all of the ones that`s walkin` around hereOut in the streets blindfoldedNot knowin` what`s really goin` onNawimsayin?These streets is a habitat babyWord upPito[Verse 1]In the garden of snakes, ain`t no breaks, no mistakesJust games that`s played at high stakes, the next guys wakeTry ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die lateThe tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilateGun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrateSome die by fate, yo niggas cry hateA fly facer get they thighs scrapedAnd little PUS that`s why rapedA kid inside his gate get murdered by jakeA young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tapeIn verse of the StateLost the case and gotta fry dateNinety ninety eight, day of July eighth Some cats get ta stack the hot papesLive in the skyscrapesGo ta airline, buy flyin` statesWhere they can hibernate and operateImpregnate, so ???Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8`sTry to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate[Chorus]Cannon fire light up the townI stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty poundYou bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty downOn enemy territory grounds ta fall me downSon how that sound?Cannon fire light up the townI stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty poundYou bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty downOn enemy territory grounds ta fall me downSon how that sound?[Verse 2]It`s like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta SaigonKeep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harmPeep the crime dons rollin` wit ex-cons holdin` they out ronsAnd teflons ta be streets flooded wit red pondsLike it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads onJudges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead onWhat`s left of death penalty facilities where niggas step onWit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electronsThe tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they`re leavin` wet momsWit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawnKillas wit red palms leavin` bodies cool as the dead fawnsCaught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms Yo[Chorus]Cannon fire light up the townI stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty poundYou bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty downOn enemy territory grounds ta fall me downSon how that sound?Cannon fire light up the townI stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty poundYou bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty downOn enemy territory grounds ta fall me downSon how that sound?[Verse 3]For steady cash flows, niggas`ll blast you past the AstrosBlow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast doughThey splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass growRunnin` wit armies like they CastroThem Donny Brasco`s get Johnny Doj around they last holesKeepin` em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin` they last clothesThe cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roastBody got found down on the back roads where all the trash blowsAnd broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastroWho bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stoveThat`s Mastro`s cats in the AstrosWho ain`t afraid ta let they gats goThe paper dash bros lovin` the flash thoughAnd pass mo`Stash rolls, count em like math prosAnd crash low soda, PoPo`s don`t step all up in they path yoThem cats go, that`s smack on the back burner, but keepin` the gas lowWhen task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin` too ass slow

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