Cannon (Remix)

[Verse 1: Packy] Yo, what's the process? You talking non-sense So imma do this Cannon remix For you cheapskates, this is how I get my free kicks This cracker's gonna peel his money like Yo yo yo yo Yo, what's the process? You talking non-sense So imma do this Cannon remix For you cheapskates This is how I get my free kicks This cracker's gonna peel his money Cause' that cheese sticks This ain't no average MC I'm 10 steps ahead of a rapper that test me My Choes be Cold as Gretzky Wetter than a jetski Flyer than the jets be Iller than the Jets D Word to Revis I'm shutting down receivers Taking all these critics Turn them into believers Imma kill it Gon' meet the reaper Gon' kick the beat Got my sneakers on the speaker One hand for my cup One hand One hand to hold my damn pants up I'm 'bout it Real rappers talk shit You hoes shout it I'm not the man round here? I doubt it! Realists in the building Boy get out You invite me to your city And I turn that shit out They be hanging on every syllable That I spit out I'm the delivery man And I'm taking it to the hit house bid-ditch The way I kill it is redid-ick And Imma do this shit Until I'm ridiculously rid-ditch Get it? I'm on another level than you Move the crowd and the song To the next venue The next menu My team gon' eat you Stand in the way My team's gon defeat Got your chick doin shit Your clique won't believe Your bitch open the box And my team's gon be dropping They say them boy stop it And let me get low I'm saying girl drop it I'm getting dip-so I love the way you Lick your lips and them hips go You want me in them pants? Give me the zipcode Uh Uh Uh Uh Tell me what its hittin' for I'm already faded But you know I'm getting more Uh Uh Uh Uh Tell me what it;s hittin' for I got the hot hand That's what the mitten's for Yeah, You need it? I got it I keep an illy flow You do not know shit about it The realest Tell me I am not it My whole team's seen Chasing Hennessey with Hypnotics Uh Put me on, I just wanna be the greatest Speck-ta-tors Every song on the playlist All the ladies that played us That hate us Even though we're everything they wanted baby Young, rich, famous Cannon, Cannon, Cannon, Cannon [Outro] You've been hit in the head with a Specktators exclusive Can you believe it? Act like you know