文本歌词

Canon -Freestyle - D-12
A loose canon
When they see the strap they scatter
I got b**ches busting out of their clothes like Bruce Banner
I roll thick as Britannicas
Niggas push the panic button
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**k 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
Before we pop
We smack heads
For that d**e I find me a pipe to crack heads
Leave em bleeding 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**ked up they stinging operation
By swarm in their a** like a beehive
I cause havoc you can't stop it
I cock it
And walk with caution tape in my back pocket
High off oxycotin vodka And I'mma talk more sh*t
Than Andy Milanokis and knock me out a bouncer
I slam my counselor can't talk me out of this massacre
And I be shooting up his office with a Calico
Beef when I shucking and jiving
Tactical vest they tucking the guns
We tucking the knives
And Bizarre snatching the keys like
"F**k it I'm Driving"
Jump on the sidewalk park on your kids
On Bizzy's nuts cause he's driving
Kuniva waving an empty
MP5k niggas ducking and hiding
Swift f**king that gay-a**
23 sounds so f**king surprising
Wentworth my niggas having discussions of diving
Hit Party City spend a couple of bucks on disguises
I'm so far away to niggas I'm on the horizon
Network of shooters behind me
Like I f**k up Verizon
You b**ches 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 like I've been tossed in fire
I will be the cost of tires
For what will never be a task cause I shut sh*t down
On your block with the hammers
Like talk that f**k sh*t now
Got a kush habit person who I f**k with pounds
Gun fetish I f**ks with rounds
Every b**ch I f**ks with's down
And for one hand she suck d**k now
She on some smut sh*t now
Or met a boy with a nut drip down
Ever since I was a young buck
I kept money under the matress
This Dr Dre is gonna to be another f**king stabber
This is what happens
This is a f**king chain reaction (All Aboard )
B**ch 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 class skippin'
G O A T slinger new head-banger
Wu-Tang member 39th chamber
S***i 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 ni**a's oil like I work for Jiffy Lube
(Stab a ni**a )
F**k a gun b**ch I hit yo a** with a dart
And how much you owing
You ain't gonna have no f**king heart (b**ch )
Drink water be smart; F**k Superman be Clark
The wild-a** animals they coming after dark
(hahaha )
Return of the Dozen motherf**ker part 2
2 middle fingers and I'm sayin' "F**K YOU "
Gangbanging we always down for a fight
And we throw them letters up
Quicker than f**kin' Vanna White
Hennessy on Sprite me and Tina no ice
(Bite a ni**a's ear off)
B**ch don't forget about Mike
Yo I'm down for my niggas
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*t sweet
I'll put one in your muffin
Right in front of your cousin (oh sh*t )
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**ch 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**k )
Ni**a where them b**ches at
Pimp sh*t 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 ni**a
Stocking cap over the face
Made ni**a K splitter grave digger
Y'all a bunch of coochy-actin' b**ches
Now the checks flyin'
The old G's will tell you wet p**sy is the best kind