[Intro - Swizz Beatz]

Aooow! banger, let's go

(Swizz, man) Styles P

(Oh, y'all ain't know) Cassidy

Full Surface, listen it's a rap for y'all, whooo!

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo

Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!



[Verse 1 - Cassidy]

Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade

The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg

Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS

And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age

You been afraid, you sweet like homemade

Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze

You could make the newspaper, get ya own page

And make the news too, you know how my dudes do

We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who

And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too

Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right

I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light

I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash

And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon)

I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it

And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga



[Chorus - Cassidy (Swizz Beatz)]

POP that cannon, POP that cannon

POP that cannon, POP that cannon

(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)

(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)

So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon

POP that cannon, POP that cannon

(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)

(It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't scared)



[Verse 2 - Styles P.]

Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now

But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow

No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid

Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid

Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit

Organs on the floor of th