D12 - Cannon lyrics

[Verse 1: Swift] A loose canon, when they see the strap, they scatter I got b**hes busting out of their clothes like Bruce Banner I roll thick as Britannicas, n***as push the panic bu*ton Breathing harder than Darth Vader, when I confront em Stunting in front of your people? I treat that a** like Evel Knievel Crush every bone in your cerebral, I drink liters when I see you Don't give a f** about who you is I split on your people, you're loony, gonna get Uzi-fed You Can't touch this, they pray that I will stop My Glock have these hoes shaking like Michael J Fox I'm from Murder Mitten, before we pop, we smack heads For that dope I find me a pipe to crack heads Leave 'em bleedin' in the streets And you can see me leaving the scene with bloody cleats You can follow these feet and meet me in the alley There's no hiding and I'mma creep you from behind like Bishop And I ain't yelling Riverside A lotta police died I f**ed up they stinging operation By swarm in their a** like a beehive I cause havoc, you can't stop it I co*k it, and walk with caution tape in my back pocket High off oxycotin vodka, And I'mma talk more sh** Than Andy Milanokis and knock me out a bouncer I slam my counselor, can't talk me out of this ma**acre And I be shootin' up his office with a Calico [Verse 2: Fuzz Scoota] Beef when I shucking and diving Tactical vest They tucking the guns, we tucking the knives And Bizarre snatchin' the keys like "f** it I'm Driving" Jump on the sidewalk park on your kids On Bizzy's nuts cause he's driving Kuniva waving an empty 5k n***as ducking and hiding Swift f**ing that gay-a** 23 sounds so f**ing surprising Wentworth, my n***as having discussions of diving Party City, spend a couple of bucks on disguises I'm so far away, to n***as I'm on the horizon, network of shooters behind me like I f** up Verizon I see you b**hes looking soft with your flyers and your softer tires Have your fingernails ripped of with pliers Well off with tires, leave my initial exhaust with fires Doing donuts on your block, nothing but the cost of tires Boss with fires, higher like I've been tossed in fire Cough get higher our peasants gon' floss with sire For what will never be a task cause I shut sh** down On your block with the hammers like talk that f** sh** now! Got a kush habit, person who I f** with pounds Gun fetish, I f**s with rounds, every b**h I f**s with's down And for one hand, she s** dick now She on some smut sh** now, or met a boy with a nut drip down [Verse 3: Bizarre] Ever since I was a young buck I kept money under the matress This Dr. Dre, is gonna to be another f**ing stabber (Uhhh!) This is what happens, this is a f**ing chain reaction (All Aboard!) b**h, you looking at the captain! Come get this a**-kicking, Bizarre party high and join the a** licking I'm past trippin, never went to high school I was cla** skippin' G.O.A.T. slinger, new head-banger, Wu-Tang member, 39th chamber Sunni m**m, out here living real foul Pray 5 times a day, then eat a pig and a cow, WOW Robber with no mask, broken arm with no cast Oak Park High School, EP and Thad Cold as ice, matter of fact, I'm too cool Strangle you with an inner tube (uh..) Check a n***a's oil like I work for Jiffy Lube (Stab a n***a!) f** a gun, b**h, I hit yo a** with a dart And how much you owing, you ain't gonna have no f**ing heart (b**h!) Drink water, be smart; f** Superman, be Clark! The wild-a** animals, they coming after dark (hahaha!) Return of the Dozen, motherf**er, part 2 2 middle fingers, and I'm sayin' "fu*k YOU!" Gangbanging, we always down for a fight And we throw them letters up quicker than f**in' Vanna White Hennessy on Sprite, me and Tina no Ike (Bite a n***a's ear off) b**h don't forget about Mike! [Verse 4: Kuniva] Yo, I'm down for my n***as So die for me, no fakin' (un-uh) And when it's on, the only question is whose car we taking? (Let's go!) That's called brotherhood, live from the east side A murder fest is taking place, we ride when the G's ride So off with your head, I leave you coughing up red fluid I'll do it, police interfere then it's officer dead I swear, let me hear you talk to the feds And I'mma get your brother shanked for a carton of squares Break you down like the kilo On your wedding day climb out from under the gazebo Pull you out of your tuxedo Drunk at the casino with some clean hoes and clean clothes With a pack of goons and every picture is the mean pose (Yes ma'am) Return of the Dozen, for thinking sh** sweet I'll put one in your muffin, right in front of your cousin (oh sh**!) Tell your mom to stop wantin' my lovin' Put a shot into a pregnant chick's stomach, put one in her oven I'll milk carton your little niece, yeah the b**h missin' I'm dead wrong but you just dead, big difference! Chunky rings on the finger leave a bunch of imprints Body in the trunk stinkin', lightin' a bunch of incense (ewww) I see dead people like The Sixth Sense They walk around alive and they don't even know they're dead until the 5th hit (f**!) n***a where them b**hes at, pimp sh** and bring the bread Meet me in the back room and tell your girl I need some head (right now!) You don't want a problem, street sweeper hit your dingy a** With the four fifths or greet him at the door with your friendly a** Now rockin' with a crazed n***a, stocking cap over the face Made n***a, K splitter, grave digger Y'all a bunch of coochy-actin' b**hes Now the checks flyin' The old G's will tell you, wet p**y is the best kind