Cannon (Remix)

[Intro: T.I. & Lil Wayne] Alright, Mr. Thanksgiving, this for the money this time Yeah Drama [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Howdy-do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon) Haha, listen close, I got duct tape and rope I leave you missing like the fucking 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 humming Don't make 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 doing 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 deathtrap Them boys pussy, born without a backbone And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones Wet 'em 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, ha You heard what I said I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head Life ain't cheap, you 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 looking in, so tell me what you see It's about money, it's bigger than me I tell my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me," yeah Don't miss, you fucking with the hitman Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again [Chorus: Lil Wayne] 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 motherfucking (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 motherfucking (Cannon!) [Verse 2: Willie the Kid] Ayo, ayo, I make it hard for rap niggas, I'm peer pressure (Yes) Matter of fact I'm motivation to rap better (Yes) I show 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 motherfucking (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, niggas ain't real as Will 'Cause I'm a (Cannon!) And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale And I got the 50-cal mag, it's a handheld (Cannon, nigga) I'm telling you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas I got whores in the Canon camcorder bending over Blowing 'ghan by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga [Verse 3: Freeway & T.I.] Ugh, from Philly to where I'm landing I'm a (Cannon!) And I'm on that Philly fighting 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, "Di-di-dadi," I'm Free, got the butters Got the green, he 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 flowers Flow like the ocean, open water, ya drowning, I will Four-pound him and sink him, heat him, then leave him stinking Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him, I will (Yeah) 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 (Alright man) 'Til I toss em in the wok like chicken, General Tso, uh-oh! (Ayy) [Verse 4: T.I.] This rap shit like digging in the register Dealing with big embezzlers Get it right, I'm better than "better than my competitors" Ahead another level up, me, I'm worth 'leven-plus I could stop rapping—ain't I already said enough? The whole motherfucking game owe me, time to settle up If I move forward a little slower, you'll be catching up (Hold up) Now that's the shit you need to listen for 'Cause where I'm from, niggas dumb They'll give you what you itching for It's a issue in which you're best to handle your business, bruh 'Cause ain't no politicking with killers coming to get you, bruh They all go, they all know to hold fire In the dark, shoot sparks like rims with no tires I don't deal with the lames, I'd much rather blow by you 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 doing an about-face And if not, all you got to say is you want to get busy And I'm down, get with me, any town, pick a city, fuck nigga! Cannon!