Who raps this song?

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Howdy do motherfuckers it's Weezy baby
****** bitchin and I gotta toke the "Cannon"
Listen close I got duct tape and rope
I'll leave you missin like the ****** O' Banas
One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy
That's that AK-47 made his neighborhood love me
bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin
Don't let that bird ****, he got a weak stomach
****** kno I'm sick I don't spit I vomit, got it?
One egg short of the omelette
Simon says, shoot a ***** in his thigh and leg
Then tell him "ketch up" like mayonaisse

umm
I'm the sickest ***** doin it
bet that baby
These other ****** dope I'm wet crack baby, yes
get back get back boy its a set back
clumsy *** ****** slip and fall into a death trap
Them boys pussy, born without a back bone
And if you strapped we can trade like the dow jones
wet him up, I hope he got his towel on
I aim at cha moon, and get my howl on
Some ****** cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush
And when it comes to that paper I stack books
you heard what I said
I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
life ain't cheap
you're better off dead if you can't pay the fee
Shoutout my ***** fee
See every ************ at the door don't get a key
you outside lookin in, so tell me what you see
its about money its bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the ***** to me, yea
Don't miss, you ****** wit the hitmen
kidnap a ***** make him feel like a kid again

(Bridge) x2
Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for ya
***** talk to the "Cannon"
Have a few words wit the "Cannon"
Tell it to my motherfuckin "Cannon"

[Freeway]
From Philly to where I'm landin ima "Cannon"
And I'm on that Philly fightin ****
Then I come fully equipped
you try me get body and shotti in the whip
if a ***** try to stick me ima blam him
Single on them da da them and free got the butters

got the greedy got the chan got the whole enchilada
Homie kno I'm inside of your house
Tie up your brother
make the prick call up your mother

She might kno where to find you
I am

On top of my job
The heavyweight champ of the flow
its flow like the ocean; open water you drownin
I will four pound 'em

And sink 'em heat 'em and leave 'em stinkin
Sharks surround 'em and eat 'em nice to know 'em
I will

roll over ya squad like I'm a punch card
you chumps you best call general motors
I will take control of your soldiers
you won't listen til I toss 'em in the wok like chicken

[Lupe Fiasco]
A yo

A yo
I make it hard for rap ****** I'm peer pressure
matter fact I'm motivation to rap better
I show ****** how to act how to dress better
I stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers
I'm the crack

The smack

The gun the rule

The gat the strap

The gun the tool

Tha motherfuckin "Cannon"
Other words I'm the real for real
we can go check for check or bill for bill
we can go chick for chick or skill for skill
The deal is sealed
****** ain't real as will

cuz ima "Cannon"
And I handle well pedal like cannon dell
And I got the 50 cal mag its a handheld "Cannon"
I'm tellin you ******

I pop put a shell in you ******
ma nice watch'll helen keller you ******
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin ova
blowin gam by the quarter weed ova in the rover *****
(ha ha ha ha)

[Detroit Red]
yea yea

Detroit red gettin change like them white folks
Dump it out the window of the range wit the rifle
Pain like a ***** the first day of her cycle
you betta scurry when I pull the "Cannon"
Straps burn the streets like a truck through the gas
I love head and caressin a voluptuous ***
I ask your baby momma is she up to the task
She like damn red its bigger than a "Cannon"
ma attire makes the ladies say your man is too fly
imported oils from Iran and Dubai
get caught slippin wit ya mans and you die
where I'm from ****** be quick to squeeze the "Cannon"
Detroit red always got some **** for ya ear
Show me love but keep it movin man cause if you get near
I'll say get off my dick and tell ya ***** to come here
cuz you sweatin me and my DJ Todd "Cannon"

[Juice]
legs spread far out, you kno how I'm standin
yea I'm posted wit the big homie "Cannon"
I got ****** who don't like rap lovin our ****
we got ****** who was stuck on Pac bumpin our ****
These ****** can't see me like I ain't been around lately
A good battle when they at the mound its gravy
****** salty I'm Peppa
no spinderella, just a cigerella
Filled wit tropicana
yea Vic found that ***** and we ain't smokin no more regular
keep ya midgrade I don't think you kno no betta
They lovin the trunk now they wanna hear mo ****
I play it modest like ***** thats some of our old ****
got ****** I ain't neva met wantin to fight me
got hoes thats in love askin why you don't like me
***** I'm married to the game and I love my wifey
Steppin ova competition man I love these Nikes
I'm hot, they fannin
****** tryna copy my style like the "Cannon"
Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own
if I ain't listed at the top ***** the stats is wrong
All ya data is off, ya info ain't valid
Artist of the century the competition ain't balanced
TRU like Master P and his two brothers
Don't call it incest but "Juice" the ************ like...yea

Answer 1

DJ Drama & Lil Wayne - Dedication Pt.2 -Cannon

Answer 2

tournament a million- uncomplicated - I used to love H.E.R. tournament 2- Tupac - costly Mama(R.I.P.) tournament 3- N.W.A. - right away Outta Compton tournament 4- Mobb Deep - Shook Ones tournament 5- Busta Rhymes - Woo-Ha! have been given You All In examine tournament 6- NaS - One Mic tournament 7- the two!