Banger, let's go Styles P, Cassidy Full surface, listen It's a rap for y'all Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sick o' them full-blown AIDS And my block got more rocks, than the stone age You been afraid, you sweet like home made Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze You could make the newspaper, with your 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 Wit 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 motherfuckas, I ain't scared It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared So a pop that Cannon, pop that Cannon Pop that Cannon, pop that Cannon It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin' a lie now But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow No fuckin' wit the Holiday Styles kid Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the gelatin out shit Organs on the floor of the van 'Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas That you more of a man Y'all wanna fly like Mike, motherfuckas So they won't find you, or your Jordans again Take a boss to be ordered the men Give them a call, don't have my money, in 24 hours Then the cocksucka 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 motherfuckas, I ain't scared It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared So a pop that Cannon, pop that Cannon Pop that Cannon, pop that Cannon It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared Ayo I use to pitch niks, now I spit rhymes I'm a 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 motherfuckas I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckas I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter I stretch butter, and got EX, 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 tryna 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 motherfuckas, I ain't scared It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared So a pop that Cannon, pop that Cannon Pop that Cannon, pop that Cannon It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared © JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; PANIRO'S PUBLISHING; UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; SWIZZ BEATZ PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com