Busta Rhymes - Cannon lyrics

I Mr. Thanksgiving Its for the money this time Howdy do motherf**ers its Weezy Baby n***as b**hin' and I gotta toke the cannon Listen close I got duct tape and rope I'll leave you missin' like the f**in' O'bannons One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy That's the A-K forty seven made his neighborhood love me Bullets like birds you can hear them b**hes hummin' Don't let that bird sh**, he got a weak stomach n***as know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit Got it? One egg short of the omelet Simon says, shoot a n***a in his thigh and leg And tell him catch up like mayonnaise, um I'm the sickest n***a doin' it Bet that baby These other n***as dough I'm wet crack baby, yes Get back get back boy this a set back Clumsy a** n***as slip and fall into a d**h trap Them boys p**y, born without a backbone And if you strapped we can trade like the Dow Jones Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on I aim at the moon, and get my howl on Some n***as cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush And when it comes to that paper I stack books You heard what I said I can put you on your feet Or put some money on your head Life ain't cheap You're better off dead If you can't pay the fee Shout out my n***a fee See every mother f**er at the door don't get a key You outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see Its about money its bigger than me I told my homies don't k** him bring the n***a to me, yea Don't miss, you f**in' with the hit man Kidnap a n***a make him feel like a kid again [Chorus] Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya n***a talk to the (cannon) Have a few words with the (cannon) Tell it to my mother f**in' (cannon) Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya n***a talk to the (cannon) Have a few words with the (cannon) Tell it to my mother f**in' (cannon) Ayo I make it hard for rap n***as I'm peer pressure Matter fact I'm motivation to rap better I show n***as how to act how to dress better I stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers I'm the crack The smack The gun The rule The gat The strap The gun The tool The motherf**in' (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 sk** for sk** The deal is sealed n***as ain't real as Will cause I'm a (cannon) And I handle well pedal like Cannondale And I got the fifty cal mag its a hand-held I'm tellin' you n***as I pop put a shell in you n***as My nice watch'll Helen Keller you n***as I got who*es in the cannon camcorder bendin' over Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover n***a From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon And I'm on that Philly fire sh** Then I come fully equipped You try me get bodied keep the shawty in the whip If a n***a try to stick me I'm a blam him Sing a long da da da di I'm free got the bu*ters Got the green and got the tan got the whole enchilada Homie know 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 flow Its flow like the ocean, open water you drownin' I will, four pond 'em And sink them heat 'em and leave 'em stinkin' Sharks surround them and eat them nice then know that I will Roll over ya squad like I'm a one punch card You chumps, you best call General Motors I will, take control of your soldiers You won't listen till I toss them in the wok like chicken General toaster