[intro - swizz beatz]
aooow! banger, letand's go
(swizz, man) styles p
(oh, yand'all ainand't know) cassidy
full surface, listen itand's a rap for yand'all, whooo!
whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!
[verse 1 - cassidy]
look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
the chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
nigga iand'm sicker then full-blown aids
and my block got more rocks, then the stone age
you been afraid, you sweet like homemade
lemonade, if itand'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 canand't tell, whoand's who
and for the cash, weand'll blast at you dudes too
wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
iand'm in the benz, rims, spin at the red light
iand'm comin for cash, gun in the dash
and iand'm on 21 and a halfand's (for real cannon)
i got my gat, i ainand't walkin without it
and i cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga
[chorus - cassidy + (swizz beatz)]
pop that cannon, pop that cannon
pop that cannon, pop that cannon
(itand's whatever motherfuckas, i ainand't scared)
(itand's whatever motherfuckas, i ainand't scared)
so a - pop that cannon, pop that cannon
pop that cannon, pop that cannon
(itand's whatever motherfuckas, i ainand't scared)
(itand's whatever motherfuckas, i ainand't scared)
[verse 2 - styles p.]
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 jelatin out shit
organs on the floor of the van
cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man
yand'all wanna fly like mike... motherfuckas
so they wonand't find you, or your jordans again
take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
if you donand't have my money, in 24 hours
then the cocksucka wonand't see his daughter again
itand's like the movie that you seen, iand'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
[chorus]
[verse 3 - cassidy]
ayo i use to pitch nicks, now i spit rhymes
iand'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 motherfuckas
i got my gun right here, i ainand't scared of you motherfuckas
iand'm a hustler, plus a check cutter
i stretch butter, in ?? x, now thatand's gutter
i came for war, you know what them thangs is for
slug make ya blood stain the floor
it ainand't a game no more, niggaz gonand' respect me
i grip gats, that kick back like jet li
so donand't test me, or the boy s.p
cause i ainand't tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
you donand't impress me, stop that cannon
cause you could get rocked, when i pop that cannon
[chorus]
