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Cassidy Feat. Styles P - Pop That Cannon lyrics
Banger, let's go, man, Styles P, Cassidy
 Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all
 Look holmes, behave or get cut with 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 than 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
 With 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
 Pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 Pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 So a, pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 Pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 Niggaz is fly no and everybody livin' a lie now
 But shit feel different with a gun in ya eyebrow
 No fuckin' with the Holiday Styles kid
 Blow with a ton of guns and he got a hell of a outbid
 Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the gelatin out shit
 Organs on the floor of the van 'cause you gotta show
 These fagot motherfuckers that you more of a man
 Y'all wanna fly like Mike, motherfuckers
 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 hoursCassidy Feat. Styles P - Pop That Cannon - http://motolyrics.com/cassidy-feat-styles-p/pop-that-cannon-lyrics.html
 Then the cocksucker 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
 Pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 Pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 So a, pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 Pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 Aiyyo, 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 motherfuckers
 I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
 I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter
 I stretch butter in got 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 tryin' to 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
 Pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 Pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 So a, pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 Pop that cannon, pop that cannon
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared
 It's whatever motherfuckers, I ain't scared













