[00:00.00] 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 nigga 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 c***ky 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 a*****e 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

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 nigga 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 c***ky 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 a*****e 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