[00:00.000] 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 ni**a 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 chinky 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 asshole 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