[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 the van
   Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man
   Y'all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas
   So they won't find you, or your Jordans again
   Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
   If you don't have my money, in 24 hours
   Then the cocksucka won't see his daughter again
   It's like the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen
   I got a roll for you to play... stand here
   And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
   Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what
  
   [Chorus]
  
   [Verse 3 - Cassidy]
   Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
   I'ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
   Shit my whole clique commit crimes
   Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
   But I swear to you motherfuckas
   I got my gun right here, I ain't scared of you motherfuckas
   I'm a hustler, plus a check cutter
   I stretch butter, in {???} X, now that's gutter
   I came for war, you know what them thangs is for
   Slug make ya blood stain the floor
   It ain't a game no more, niggaz gon' respect me
   I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
   So don't test me, or the boy S.P
   Cause I ain't tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
   You don't impress me, STOP that cannon
   Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon
  
   [Chorus]