Cannon Fire-Kool G Rap

[ti:Cannon Fire] [ar:Kool G Rap] [al:Roots of Evil] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Cannon Fire - Kool G Rap [00:11.27]Heyyo check it [00:12.57]This goes out for all of the ones that's walking around here [00:14.74]Out in the streets blindfolded [00:16.26] [00:16.92]Not knowin' what's really goin' on [00:18.46] [00:19.03]Now I'm saying [00:19.50]These streets is a habitat baby [00:21.17]Word up [00:21.70]Pito [00:22.25] [00:23.54]In the garden of snakes ain't no breaks no mistakes [00:26.35]Just games that's played at high stakes the next guys wake [00:29.01]Try ta fly strait not violate if you wanna die late [00:32.19]The tri state crime at a high rate where peoples dilate [00:35.19]Gun shots that make the block vibrate it shook niggas migrate [00:38.83]Some die by fate yo niggas cry hate [00:41.04]A fly facer get they thighs scraped [00:42.93]And little pus that's why raped [00:44.64]A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake [00:46.92]A young ni**a try ta fly capes and get caught on the FBI tape [00:50.49]In verse of the State [00:51.64]Lost the case and gotta fry date [00:53.29]Ninety ninety eight day of July eighth [00:55.57]Some cats get ta stack the hot papes [00:57.47]Live in the skyscrapes [00:58.16]Go ta airline buy flyin' states [01:00.16]Where they can hibernate and operate [01:02.17]Impregnate some chinky eyed mate [01:04.28]Other niggas will lay the power race wit tre eight's [01:06.58]Try to apply weight and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate [01:10.09]Cannon fire light up the town [01:11.74]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound [01:14.71]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down [01:17.49]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down [01:20.39]Son how that sound [01:21.56]Cannon fire light up the town [01:23.23]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound [01:26.22]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down [01:29.01]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down [01:31.89]Son how that sound [01:32.87]It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon [01:35.59]Keep your mind calm your nine on me hard ta find harm [01:38.55]Peep the crime dons rolling wit ex cons holdin' they out rons [01:41.72]And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds [01:44.37]Like it was red dawn bodies get found around without the heads on [01:47.64]Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on [01:50.50]What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on [01:53.33]Wit those that blew trough go get they body filled wit electrons [01:56.11]The tec drawns the ones that live foul they're leavin' wet moms [01:59.14]Wit lead charms put her ta bed wit her head drawn [02:01.80]Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns [02:04.68]Caught in the dead wrong found they way ran into the feds arms [02:07.38]Yo [02:07.79]Cannon fire light up the town [02:09.35]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound [02:12.46]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down [02:15.28]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down [02:18.14]Son how that sound [02:19.29]Cannon fire light up the town [02:21.02]I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound [02:23.91]You bust a round I bust a round and lay your shorty down [02:26.78]On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down [02:29.71]Son how that sound [02:30.64]For steady cash flows niggas'll blast you past the astros [02:33.34]Blow you like afros the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough [02:36.53]They splash foes red as tabasco they lay your asshole where the grass grow [02:40.40]Running wit armies like they castro [02:42.15]Them donny brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes [02:45.04]Keeping 'em half froze put in shiny boxes rocking they last clothes [02:48.25]The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast [02:50.83]Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows [02:53.81]And broken glass globes the dip chicks slicker than gastro [02:56.50]Who bag a slash blow [02:57.65]And spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove [02:59.87]That's mastro's cats in the astros [03:01.65]Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go [03:03.29]The paper dash bros loving the flash though [03:05.58]And pass mo' [03:06.62]Stash rolls count me like math pros [03:08.53]And crash low soda PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo [03:11.23]Them cats go that's smack on the back burner but keeping the gas low [03:14.24]When task rolls they snatch his a** mows moving too a** slow