Pop That Cannon Lyrics by Cassidy

Pop That Cannon Lyrics

    [Intro - Swizz Beatz]
    Aooow! banger, let's go
    (Swizz, man) Styles P
    (Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy
    Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'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 I'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 it'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 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

    [Chorus - Cassidy + (Swizz Beatz)]
    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)

    [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
    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
    If you 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

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3 - Cassidy]
    Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
    I'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 ain't scared of you motherfuckas
    I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter
    I stretch butter, in ?? X, 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

    [Chorus]

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