Roots of Evil
Cannon Fire
Kool G Rap
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[Hook]
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?
[Verse 2]
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 rollin'✦ 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 fonz
Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into✦ the feds arms
Yo
[Hook]
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?
[Verse 3]
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 asshole where the grass grow
Runnin'✦ wit armies✦ like they Castro✦
Them Donny✦ Brasco's get Johnny✦ Doj around✦ they last holes✦
Keepin'✦ em half froze, put in shiny✦ boxes✦ rockin'✦ 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 lovin'✦ the flash though
And pass mo'
Stash rolls, count em 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 keepin'✦ the gas low
When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin'✦ too ass slow
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