Cannon Fire

Cannon Fire -Kool G Rap

Heyyo check it

This goes out for all of the ones that's walking around here

Out in the streets blindfolded

Not knowin'what's really goin'on

Now I'm saying

These streets is a habitat baby

Word up

Pito

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 ni**a 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 some chinky eyed mate

Other niggas will lay the power race wit tre eight's

Try to apply weight and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate

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

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 rolling 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

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

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

Running wit armies like they castro

Them donny brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes

Keeping 'em half froze put in shiny boxes rocking 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 loving the flash though

And pass mo'

Stash rolls count me 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 keeping the gas low

When task rolls they snatch his a**mows moving too a**slow