Cannon - Lil Wayne, Freeway

I Mr. Thanksgiving

Its for the money this time

Howdy do motherfuckers its Weezy Baby

Niggas bitchin' and I gotta toke the cannon

Listen close I got duct tape and rope

I’ll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O’bannons

One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy

That’s the A-K forty seven made his neighborhood love me

Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin'

Don’t let 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 doin' it

Bet that baby

These other niggas dough I’m wet crack baby, yes

Get back get back boy this a set back

Clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap

Them boys pussy, born without a backbone

And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones

Wet him 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

You heard what I said

I can put you on your feet

Or put some money on your head

Life ain’t cheap

You’re better off dead

If you can’t pay the fee

Shout out my nigga fee

See every mother fucker at the door don’t get a key

You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see

Its about money its bigger than me

I told my homies don’t kill him bring the nigga to me, yea

Don’t miss, you fuckin' with the hit man

Kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again

Straight up, I ain’t got no conversation for ya

Nigga talk to the (cannon)

Have a few words with the (cannon)

Tell it to my mother fuckin' (cannon)

Straight up, I ain’t got no conversation for ya

Nigga talk to the (cannon)

Have a few words with the (cannon)

Tell it to my mother fuckin' (cannon)

Ayo

I make it hard for rap niggas I’m peer pressure

Matter fact I’m motivation to rap better

I show niggas how to act how to dress better

I stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers

I’m the crack

The smack

The gun

The rule

The gat

The strap

The gun

The tool

The motherfuckin' (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 fifty cal mag its a hand-held

I’m tellin' you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas

My nice watch’ll Helen Keller you niggas

I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over

Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga

From Philly to where I’m landin I’m a cannon

And I’m on that Philly fire shit

Then I come fully equipped

You try me get bodied keep the shawty in the whip

If a nigga try to stick me I’m a blam him

Sing a long da da da di I’m free got the butters

Got the green and got the tan got the whole enchilada

Homie know 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 flow

Its flow like the ocean, open water you drownin'

I will, four pond 'em

And sink them heat 'em and leave 'em stinkin'

Sharks surround them and eat them nice then know that I will

Roll over ya squad like I’m a one punch card

You chumps, you best call General Motors

I will, take control of your soldiers

You won’t listen till I toss them in the wok like chicken

General toaster