作词 : Wilson 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
[00:00.000] 作词 : Wilson [00:00.00]Cannon Fire -Kool G Rap [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
