Cannon Fire Lyrics

Song	Cannon Fire
Artist	Kool G Rap
Album	Roots of Evil
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	作词 : Wilson
	Heyyo check it
	This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here
	Out in the streets blindfolded
	Not knowin' what's really goin' on
	Nawimsayin?
	These streets is a habitat baby
	Word up
	Pito
	[verse 1]
	In the garden of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes
	Just games that's played at high stakes, the next guys wake
	Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late
	The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate
	Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
	Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
	A fly facer get they thighs scraped
	And little pus that's why raped
	A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
	A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the fbi tape
	In verse of the state
	Lost the case and gotta fry date
	Ninety ninety eight, day of july eighth
	Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
	Live in the skyscrapes
	Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
	Where they can hibernate and operate
	Impregnate, so ???
	Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
	Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
	[chorus]
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	[verse 2]
	It's like a time bomb you hit vietnam ta saigon
	Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm
	Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons
	And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
	Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on
	Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
	What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
	Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
	The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're leavin' wet moms
	Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
	Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
	Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
	Yo
	[chorus]
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	[verse 3]
	For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the astros
	Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
	They splash foes, red as tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow
	Runnin' wit armies like they castro
	Them donny brasco's get johnny doj around they last holes
	Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
	The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
	Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
	And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
	Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
	That's mastro's cats in the astros
	Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go
	The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though
	And pass mo'
	Stash rolls, count em like math pros
	And crash low soda, popo's don't step all up in they path yo
	Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
	When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow

	zuo ci : Wilson
	Heyyo check it
	This goes out for all of the ones that' s walkin' around here
	Out in the streets blindfolded
	Not knowin' what' s really goin' on
	Nawimsayin?
	These streets is a habitat baby
	Word up
	Pito
	verse 1
	In the garden of snakes, ain' t no breaks, no mistakes
	Just games that' s played at high stakes, the next guys wake
	Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late
	The tristate, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate
	Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
	Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
	A fly facer get they thighs scraped
	And little pus that' s why raped
	A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
	A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the fbi tape
	In verse of the state
	Lost the case and gotta fry date
	Ninety ninety eight, day of july eighth
	Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
	Live in the skyscrapes
	Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
	Where they can hibernate and operate
	Impregnate, so ???
	Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8' s
	Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
	chorus
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	verse 2
	It' s like a time bomb you hit vietnam ta saigon
	Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm
	Peep the crime dons rollin' wit excons holdin' they out rons
	And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
	Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on
	Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
	What' s left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
	Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
	The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they' re leavin' wet moms
	Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
	Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
	Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
	Yo
	chorus
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	verse 3
	For steady cash flows, niggas' ll blast you past the astros
	Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
	They splash foes, red as tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow
	Runnin' wit armies like they castro
	Them donny brasco' s get johnny doj around they last holes
	Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
	The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
	Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
	And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
	Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
	That' s mastro' s cats in the astros
	Who ain' t afraid ta let they gats go
	The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though
	And pass mo'
	Stash rolls, count em like math pros
	And crash low soda, popo' s don' t step all up in they path yo
	Them cats go, that' s smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
	When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow

	zuò cí : Wilson
	Heyyo check it
	This goes out for all of the ones that' s walkin' around here
	Out in the streets blindfolded
	Not knowin' what' s really goin' on
	Nawimsayin?
	These streets is a habitat baby
	Word up
	Pito
	verse 1
	In the garden of snakes, ain' t no breaks, no mistakes
	Just games that' s played at high stakes, the next guys wake
	Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late
	The tristate, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate
	Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate
	Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate
	A fly facer get they thighs scraped
	And little pus that' s why raped
	A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake
	A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the fbi tape
	In verse of the state
	Lost the case and gotta fry date
	Ninety ninety eight, day of july eighth
	Some cats get ta stack the hot papes
	Live in the skyscrapes
	Go ta airline, buy flyin' states
	Where they can hibernate and operate
	Impregnate, so ???
	Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8' s
	Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
	chorus
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	verse 2
	It' s like a time bomb you hit vietnam ta saigon
	Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm
	Peep the crime dons rollin' wit excons holdin' they out rons
	And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds
	Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on
	Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on
	What' s left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on
	Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons
	The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they' re leavin' wet moms
	Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn
	Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns
	Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms
	Yo
	chorus
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	Cannon fire light up the town
	I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound
	You bust a round, i bust a round and lay your shorty down
	On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down
	Son how that sound?
	verse 3
	For steady cash flows, niggas' ll blast you past the astros
	Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough
	They splash foes, red as tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow
	Runnin' wit armies like they castro
	Them donny brasco' s get johnny doj around they last holes
	Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes
	The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast
	Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows
	And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro
	Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove
	That' s mastro' s cats in the astros
	Who ain' t afraid ta let they gats go
	The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though
	And pass mo'
	Stash rolls, count em like math pros
	And crash low soda, popo' s don' t step all up in they path yo
	Them cats go, that' s smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low
	When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow

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