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Two Tricky - Текст песни Cannon Fire
[Intro]
 Heyyo check it
 This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here
 Out in the streets blindfolded
 Not knowin' what's really goin' on
 Nawimsayin?
 These streets is a habitat baby
 Word up
 Pito
 [Verse 1]
 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, so ???
 Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's
 Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate
 [Chorus]
 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]Two Tricky - Cannon Fire - http://ru.motolyrics.com/two-tricky/cannon-fire-lyrics.html
 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 fawns
 Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms 
 Yo
 [Chorus]
 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










