Pop That Cannon Lyrics - Split Personality - Cassidy

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 

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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 

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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