T.I. - Cannon lyrics

I Mr. Thanksgiving Its for the money this time Howdy do motherf**ers its Weezy Baby, n***as b**hin' and I gotta toke the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin' like the f**in' O'bannons. One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy, That's the A-K forty seven made his neighborhood love me. Bullets like birds you can hear them b**hes hummin', Don't let that bird sh**, he got a weak stomach. n***as know I'm sick I don't spit I vomit,