Cannon Fire-Kool G Rap

[00:00.00]Cannon Fire -Kool G Rap [00:00.000] 作词 : Wilson [00:11.274]Heyyo check it [00:12.572]This goes out for all of the ones that's walking around here [00:14.742]Out in the streets blindfolded [00:16.928]Not knowin'what's really goin'on [00:19.38]Now I'm saying [00:19.507]These streets is a habitat baby [00:21.174]Word up [00:21.702]Pito [00:23.544]In the garden of snakes ain't no breaks no mistakes [00:26.358]Just games that's played at high stakes the next guys wake [00:29.14]Try ta fly strait not violate if you wanna die late [00:32.192]The tri state crime at a high rate where peoples dilate [00:35.194]Gun shots that make the block vibrate it shook niggas migrate [00:38.838]Some die by fate yo niggas cry hate [00:41.44]A fly facer get they thighs scraped [00:42.934]And little pus that's why raped [00:44.649]A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake [00:46.928]A young ni**a try ta fly capes and get caught on the FBI tape [00:50.499]In verse of the State [00:51.643]Lost the case and gotta fry date [00:53.297]Ninety ninety eight day of July eighth [00:55.575]Some cats get ta stack the hot papes [00:57.478]Live in the skyscrapes [00:58.166]Go ta airline buy flyin'states [01:00.165]Where they can hibernate and operate [01:02.174]Impregnate some chinky eyed mate [01:04.284]Other niggas will lay the power race wit tre eight's [01:06.589]Try to apply weight and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate [01:10.91]Cannon fire light up the town [01:11.748]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound [01:14.716]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down [01:17.492]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down [01:20.396]Son how that sound [01:21.561]Cannon fire light up the town [01:23.233]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound [01:26.221]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down [01:29.14]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down [01:31.898]Son how that sound [01:32.879]It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon [01:35.597]Keep your mind calm your nine on me hard ta find harm [01:38.554]Peep the crime dons rolling wit ex cons holdin'they out rons [01:41.726]And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds [01:44.376]Like it was red dawn bodies get found around without the heads on [01:47.642]Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on [01:50.507]What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on [01:53.339]Wit those that blew trough go get they body filled wit electrons [01:56.115]The tec drawns the ones that live foul they're leavin'wet moms [01:59.146]Wit lead charms put her ta bed wit her head drawn [02:01.801]Killas wit red palms leavin'bodies cool as the dead fawns [02:04.689]Caught in the dead wrong found they way ran into the feds arms [02:07.381]Yo [02:07.793]Cannon fire light up the town [02:09.353]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound [02:12.465]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down [02:15.289]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down [02:18.142]Son how that sound [02:19.291]Cannon fire light up the town [02:21.27]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound [02:23.915]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down [02:26.787]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down [02:29.717]Son how that sound [02:30.646]For steady cash flows niggas'll blast you past the astros [02:33.341]Blow you like afros the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough [02:36.534]They splash foes red as tabasco they lay your asshole where the grass grow [02:40.401]Running wit armies like they castro [02:42.154]Them donny brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes [02:45.42]Keeping 'em half froze put in shiny boxes rocking they last clothes [02:48.251]The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast [02:50.838]Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows [02:53.814]And broken glass globes the dip chicks slicker than gastro [02:56.507]Who bag a slash blow [02:57.651]And spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove [02:59.875]That's mastro's cats in the astros [03:01.658]Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go [03:03.290]The paper dash bros loving the flash though [03:05.581]And pass mo' [03:06.629]Stash rolls count me like math pros [03:08.532]And crash low soda PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo [03:11.230]Them cats go that's smack on the back burner but keeping the gas low [03:14.242]When task rolls they snatch his a**mows moving too a**slow