Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Drama
Performer
Keke and Amy
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barry White
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Don Cannon
Songwriter
Dwyane Michael Carter
Songwriter
Leslie Pridgen
Songwriter
Willie B. Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Cannon
Producer
Leslie Braithwaite
Mixing Engineer
Don Cannon for Cannon Music LLC
Producer
Jeremy Steveson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Howdy-do, muthafuckas, it's Weezy, baby
**** bitchin' and I got tot tote the (Cannon)
Haha, listen close, I got duct tape and rope
I'll leave you missing like the fuckin' O'Bannons
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's the AK-47, make this neighborhood love me
Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches hummin'
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach
**** know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit
Got it?
One egg short of the omelet
Simon says, shoot a **** in his thigh and leg
And make them catch up like mayonnaise
Um, I'm the sickest guy doing it
Bet that baby
These other **** dope, I'm wet crack, baby
Yes, get back, get back, boy, this a setback
Clumsy little **** 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 your moon and get my howl on
Some **** cry wolf, I'm on that dry Kush
And when it comes to that paper, I stack books
[Verse 2]
You heard what I said
I could 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 **** Fee
See, every motherfucka at the door don't get a key
You're outside looking in
So tell me what you see
It's about money
It's bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him
Bring the **** to me
Yeah, don't miss, you fuckin' with the hitman
Kidnap the ****, make him feel like a kid again
[Verse 3]
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
****, talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
Yeah, tell it to my muthafuckin' (Cannon)
[Verse 4]
Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you
****, talk to the (Cannon)
Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon)
****, tell it to my muthafuckin' (Cannon)
[Verse 5]
Ayo, ayo, I make it hard for rap ****, I'm peer pressure
Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
I show **** how to act, how to dress better
I stay fresh, more fitted caps than bad catchers
I'm the, the smack, the , the rule
I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule
The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool
The muthafuckin' (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
**** ain't real as Will
'Cause I'm a (Cannon)
And I handle well, peddle like Cannondale
And I got the .50 cal' mag', it's a handheld
I'm telling you ****, I'll pop, put a shell in you ****
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you ****
I got whore in the Canon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' 'Ghan by the quarter
Weed odorin' the Rover, ****
[Verse 6]
From Philly to where I'm landing 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 **** try to stick me I'ma blam him
Sing along now, duh-duh-dadi
I'm Free, got the butters
Got the green and got the tan, got the whole enchilada
And got the tan got the whole enchilada
Owe me dough, 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
With flow like the ocean
Open water, you're drowning
And I will four-pound 'em and sink him
Heat 'em and leave 'em stinkin'
Sharks surround 'em to eat 'em
Nice to know 'em
I will roll over your squad like I'm "One Punch" Carr
You chumps, you best call General Motors
I will take control of your soldiers
You won't miss 'em till I toss them in the wok like chicken
General Tso, so uh-oh
[Verse 7]
This rap shit like diggin' in the register
Dealin' with big embezzler
Get it right, I'm better than better than my competitors
I had another level up
Me, I'm worth eleven plugs
I can stop rapping, ain't I already said enough
The whole motherfuckin' game owe, time to settle up
If I move forward a little slower, you'll be catching up
Now that's the shit you need to listen for
'Cause where I'm from **** dumb
And they'll give you what you're itching for
This the issue, and you best to handle your business, bro
'Cause ain't no politickin' when killers come in to get you, bro
They all go, the don't know to hold fire
In the dark, shoot sparks like rims with no tires
I don't deal with the lame, I'd much rather blow by you
They known to spit a lot of hot air like blow dryers
Man, 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 K (K) and I'm not fake (Fake)
So you should strongly consider doing an about-face
And if not, all you gotta say is you wanna get busy
And I'm down, get with me anytime
Pick a city, fuck **** (Cannon)
Written by: Barry White, Clifford Harris, Don Cannon, Dwyane Michael Carter, Leslie Pridgen, Willie B. Jackson
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