Howdy Do mutha fuckas its weezy baby 

niggas bitchin and i gotta take the cannon 

listen close i got duct tape and rope 

ill leave you missin like tha fuckin ol balance 

one hand on ma money, on hand on ma buddy 

thas tha AK47 made his neighborhood love me 

bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin 

dont let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach 

niggas kno im sick i dont spit i vomit 

got it? 

one egg short of the omelette 

simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg 

then tell him catch up like mayonaisse 

im the sickest nigga doin it 

bet that baby 

these other niggas kno im wet crack baby, yes 

get back get back boy its a set back 

clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap 

them boys pussy, born without a back bone 

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 ma howl on 

some niggas cry wolf, im on that dry cush 

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 aint cheap 

you're better off dead if you cant pay the fee 

shoutout ma nigga fee 

see every muthafucka at the door dont get a key 

you outside lookin in, so tell me wut u see 

its about money its bigger than me 

i told ma homiess dont kill him bring tha nigga to me, yes 

dont miss, you fuckin wit the hitmen 

kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again 

(straight up, i aint got no conversation for ya 

nigga talk to the cannon 

have a few words wit tha cannon 

tell it to ma muthafuckin cannon) 



from philly to where im landin ima cannon 

and im on that philly fiya shit 

then i come fully equipped 

you try me get --- and shotti in the whip 

if a nigga try to stick me ima blam him 

single on them ---them --- the butters got the greedy got the --- got the whole enchilada 

Homie kno im inside of your house 

tie up your brother 

make the prick call up your mother she might kno where to find you 

i am on top of ma job 

the heavyweight champ of the flow 

its flow like the ocean; open water you drownin 

i will --- drown em and sink em heat em and leave em stinkin 

sharks surround em and eat em nice --- 

roll over ya squad like im a punch card 

you chumps you best guard your --- 

i will take control of your soldiers 

you wont listen til i toss em in the wok like chicken 





a yo 

i make it hard for rap niggas im peer pressure 

matter fact im motivation to rap better 

i show niggas how to act how to dress better 

i stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers 

im the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool tha muthafuckin 

other words im the real for real 

we can go check for check or bill for bill 

we can go chick for chick or skill for skill 

the deal is sealed 

niggas aint real as will cuz ima cannon 

and i handle well pedal like --- 

and i got the 50 cal mag its a handheld 

im tellin you niggas i pop put a shell in you niggas 

ma nice watch'll helen keller you niggas 

i got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin ova 

blowin gam by the quarter weed --- nigga 





yea yea detroit red gettin change like them white folks 

dump it out the window of the range wit the right folk 

pain like a bitch the first day of her cycle 

you betta scurry when i pull the cannon 

straps burn the streets like a truck through the gas 

i love head and caressin a vuluptous ass 

i ask your baby momma is she up to the task 

she like damn red its bigger than a cannon 

ma attire makes tha ladies say your man is too fly 

imported oils from iran and ---

get caught slippin wit ya mans and you die 

where im from niggas be quick to squeeze the cannon 

detroit red always got some shit for ya ear 

show me love but keep it movin man cuz if you get near 

ill say get off ma dick and tell ya bitch to come here 

cuz you sweatin me and ma dj like 





legs spread far out, you kno how im standin 

yea im posted wit tha big homie cannon 

i got niggas who dont like rap lovin our shit 

we got niggas who was stuck on pac bumpin our shit 

these niggas cant see me like i aint been around lately 

a good battle when they at the mound its gravy 

niggas healthy im betta 

no spinderella, just a cigerella, filled wit tropicana 

yea vic found that nigga and we aint smokin no more regular 

keep ya midgrain i dont think you kno no betta 

they lovin the trunk now they wanna hear mo shit 

i play it modest like nigga thas summa our old shit 

got niggas i aint neva met wantin to fight me 

got hoes thas in love askin why you dont like me 

bitch im married to the game and i love ma wifey 

steppin ova competition man i love these nikes 

im hot, they fannin 

niggas tryna copy ma style like the 

dont try to compare im in a league of ma own 

if i aint listed at tha top nigga tha stats is wrong 

all ya data is off, ya info aint valid 

artist of the century the competition aint balanced 

true like master p and his two brothers 

dont call it ---