More CANNONBALLS lyrics

by

RZA


[INTRO: SB's Non Existent Father In His Mind]
Give it to me
I've been ready Son, I'm here Son

[Verse 1: SB IV SHORT]
f*ck I BEEN READY !
(Uhhhhhh)
f*ck this sh*t
I'm 'bout to dive in
Xanax, Hydros make my eyes spin
f*ck the di*ks I'ma p*ss on their sirens
I rock kicks Glock 9 but the size 10
In 6th grade I was tryna' make friends with the bullies
(BUT f*ck FRIENDS !)
I'd rather have a Benz and a skully
Jet black backpack, pens in the hoodie
Then stab Max, do the Moonwalk as I boogie
I'm Mike Jack Son, but I need no Brother
We f*ck while the tires burn
Give me more rubbers
We didn't have sh*t, just me and my Mother
Tryna' get this cake, YO we need more butter
Fams in the kitchen, grams in the left sock, Rick made a dollar and a dream out of crack pots
Picture me and NASDAQ tryna' earn back stocks
I got a better chance f*ckin'hoes in a back drop
sh*t I should've been a pornstar
My c*ck doing more numbers than a foreign car
And I'm the only f*cking son
That's a born star
Smokin' dope sippin' coke flavored Mochas
Spanish chica love c*ck
Give me chocha
Eyes tighter than a Asian love me long time
You know them b*tches wanna stretch when the Son come up
Them snake hoes wanna put you in a cobra clutch
They know the bank account grows as the flow grow up
I'm still a squirrel in this World but these hoes go nuts
I Power Puff on the purp
Keep my MOJO tucked
You Buttercups, wish a n*gga would test my luck
You Rowdy Ruff ?
I don't f*ck with that homo stuff
I'm Ronny Cox in this plot
You a Robo Cop and we'll see how far you go when your promo stops
I'm finna push keys of coke with a boat on shocks for props
[SB IV SHORT'S VILLIAN LAUGHTER]

[Hook:]
Codeine Pills ?
b*tch we drop em like a CANNONBALL !
X Pills ?
b*tch we drop em like a CANNONBALL !
You don't wanna get involved with this Demerol
The World is yours f*ck the time and it's Analog
Wish a b*tch n*gga disrespect us
I want the links and the gold snatch a n*gga's necklace
And my blood gettin' cold cause this sh*t is hectic
Drop a n*gga like a f*ckin' cannonball
Forreal

[Verse 2: SB IV SHORT]
I want the money on time so this Rolex watch is what I want
What I need
Try some dope
Try some weed
On that note, sh*t I'll put a f*cking scope to ya' seed
Watermelon how I bust
I don't mean to be violent
[BUT f*ck THAT !]
Babymomma need more diamonds, skatin' on ya' face for this cake FOREVER grindin'
b*tch I'm f*ckin' straighter than a Steve Harvey linen
If straighter was a word I would turn it to a curve
Cause these n*ggas miss my point
When I try to give them verbs
I'm a rider, a provider, but ain't never been a NERD
But this sh*t can get Pharrell when you push him to the curb
I want the old school Caddy with the elbows
Pokin' out the side let me ride with the Shelltoes
But a n*gga gotta stay strapped like some Velcro
Nastier than Gonorrhea b*tches with some male toes
n*gga I'm a monster
Smokin' playin' Contra
King Neptune went and joined the f*ckin' Mobsters
Scuba Divin' who be ridin' with the stupid Gangja
Doobie sittin' in the ear
I got a ruthless conscious
Smoke another cigarette to me my lungs is timeless
Lost my f*ckin' senses now I'm walkin' 'round mindless
Call my n*gga Casey, he can show me where the 9 is
b*tch shut the f*ck up
I think the Cops behind us
[BANG ! BANG !.. BANG BANG !]

[SB IV SHORT Villain Laughter]

KREEP GANG !
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