Loose Wit Cannons Cop Heavy

[Intro: Proof]
Let's keep it moving y'all hah
That was Tre Little, right here is my man Cop Heavy

[Chorus: Cop Heavy]
Dawg I'm Loose Wit Cannons
My niggas is rich, they stay armed with cannons
Coming up the hood with professional talent
Y'all rookies could never start an veterans challenge, 'cause these Vets'll damage
I'm Loose Wit Cannons
My niggas is rich, they stay armed with cannons
Coming up the hood with professional talent
Y'all rookies could never start an Veteran's challenge, 'cause these Vets'll damage

[Verse 1: Cop Heavy]
In my state they don't play fair
So I'm transferring to [waiting to 88 on 7 Mile on State Fair?]
Best that you wait there
'Cause up in the hood dawg, the niggas cooking cakes there y'all
Haters don't really want it to jump off tonight
If that shit looking [shite?] we in combat tonight
Police can't come, my heavy gats'll fight
My niggas they buck back with bullets in broad daylight
Bitch ass niggas need to pump they brakes
And stop acting fake like they really moving weight
Fronting in the streets, that's your worst mistake
That's the reason why hood niggas [versus?] the duct tape
Broke niggas disperse [?] I'm talking the worst way
Real killas they don't play so watch what you say
[?] gonna get 'em and get 'em from every angle
Spitting venom on any rhythm, watch how my style angle
Watch back 'cause my .44'll cock back and bang you
Hit you from 30's blocks, back to choir sings to you
Fuck tryna explain to you
You want favours from old friends? I'll make 'em act strange to you
Black Clinton rule the [?] spitting flames to you
You try to cross a nigga bitch, barrel's aimed at you
And when I blast you better Dash like Damon do
You getting knocked out the frame, that's a shame on you