Cannon Remix - DJ Drama, Lil Wayne, T.I.

Alright, Mr. Thanksgiving, this for the money this time

Yeah

Drama

Howdy-do, motherfuckers, it’s Weezy Baby

Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon)

Haha, listen close, I got duct tape and rope

I leave you missing like the fucking O’Bannons

One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy

That’s the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me

Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming

Don’t make that bird shit, he got a weak stomach

Niggas know I’m sick, I don’t spit, I vomit, got it?

One egg short of the omelet

Simon says, «Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg

And tell him, 'Catch up,' like mayonnaise,» um…

I’m the sickest nigga doing it, bet that, baby

These other niggas dope, I’m wet crack, baby, yes!

Get back, get back, boy, this a setback

Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a deathtrap

Them boys pussy, born without a backbone

And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones

Wet 'em up, I hope he got his towel on

I aim at the moon and get my howl on

Some niggas cry wolf, I’m on that dry kush

And when it comes to that paper, I stack books, ha

You heard what I said

I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head

Life ain’t cheap, you better off dead if you can’t pay the fee

Shout out my nigga, Fee

See, every motherfucker at the door don’t get a key

You’re outside looking in, so tell me what you see

It’s about money, it’s bigger than me

I tell my homies, «Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me,» yeah

Don’t miss, you fucking with the hitman

Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again

Straight up, I ain’t got no conversation for you

Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!)

Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!)

Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!)

Yeah, straight up, I ain’t got no conversation for you

Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!)

Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!)

Nigga, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!)

Ayo, ayo, I make it hard for rap niggas, I’m peer pressure (Yes)

Matter of fact I’m motivation to rap better (Yes)

I show niggas how to act, how to dress better

I stay fresh, more fitted caps than bat catchers (Woo)

I’m the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule

The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool

The motherfucking (Cannon!)

Other words, I’m the real, for real

We can go check for check or bill for bill

We can go chick for chick or skill for skill

The deal is sealed, niggas ain’t real as Will

'Cause I’m a (Cannon!)

And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale

And I got the 50-cal mag, it’s a handheld (Cannon, nigga)

I’m telling you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas

My nice watch’ll Helen Keller you niggas

I got whores in the Canon camcorder bending over

Blowing 'ghan by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga

Ugh, from Philly to where I’m landing I’m a (Cannon!)

And I’m on that Philly fighting shit, and I come fully equipped

You try me, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip

If a nigga try to stick me, I’ma blam him

Sing along now, «Di-di-dadi,» I’m Free, got the butters

Got the green, he got the tan, got the whole enchilada

Owe me dough, I’m inside of your house, tie up your brother

Make the prick call up your mother

She might know where to find you, I am…

On top of my job, the heavyweight champ of the flowers

Flow like the ocean, open water, ya drowning, I will

Four-pound him and sink him, heat him, then leave him stinking

Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him, I will (Yeah)

Roll over your squad like I’m «One-Punch» Carr

You chumps, you best call General Motors, I will

Take control of your soldiers, you won’t miss 'em (Alright man)

'Til I toss em in the wok like chicken, General Tso, uh-oh!

(Ayy)

This rap shit like digging in the register

Dealing with big embezzlers

Get it right, I’m better than «better than my competitors»

Ahead another level up, me, I’m worth 'leven-plus

I could stop rapping—ain't I already said enough?

The whole motherfucking game owe me, time to settle up

If I move forward a little slower, you’ll be catching up (Hold up)

Now that’s the shit you need to listen for

'Cause where I’m from, niggas dumb

They’ll give you what you itching for

It’s a issue in which you’re best to handle your business, bruh

'Cause ain’t no politicking with killers coming to get you, bruh

They all go, they all know to hold fire

In the dark, shoot sparks like rims with no tires

I don’t deal with the lames, I’d much rather blow by you

They known to spit a lot of hot air like blowdryers

And I’m really off the wire, look at me, I’m on fire

Her’es some useful information if you don’t know Sire

Just know I got cake (Cake), and I’m not fake (Fake)

So you should show a nigga instead of doing an about-face

And if not, all you got to say is you want to get busy

And I’m down, get with me, any town, pick a city, fuck nigga!

Cannon!