Cannon Fire Lyrics - Singles - Kool G. Rap & Dj Polo

[Intro] 

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 

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[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 

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[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