Life Liquid             
             
/ Journalist 

[blood spillin in the street] 
[the what?] 
[blood spillin in the street] 
[the what?] 

[Journalist] 
Yo, Wit two precise niggas 
Holdin the right biscuits 
There'll be alot cats leakin out their life liquid 
Niggaz who actin hard this ain't Columbia Pictures 
When we throw two in your ass while you huggin on your mistress 
From Philly, wit cats quick to mute you at 
Cuckoo cats, twist back your Fubu cap 
Crucial, black 
Two chicks to screw you at 
Then they shove a poolstick where you doodoo at 
While you checkin on your pagers 
Weapons in your faces 
Shot blazin 
Cops section off the pavement 
Hoppin out with gauges 
Prepare for the occasion 
We throw about eight in 
The house that you was raised in 
Mouthin off, fakin will make you a ?mouth? patient 
Achin, with your arms in a alcohol basin 
And while your brain's achin' 
Imma have your dame slavin' 
Cocaine and apron 
Over a flame bakin' 

Hook- 
[Journalist] Niggas take it for granted - 
until they layin dead on the granite 
[Canibus] Innocent bystanders gett shot by standard 
[Journalist] y'all better duck when you hear the cannon 
[Both] Or y'all be checkin for leaks - 
Niggas'll have your blood spillin in the street 

[Journalist] Niggas take it for granted - 
until they layin dead on the granite 
[Canibus] Innocent bystanders gettin shot by standard 
[Journalist] y'all shoulda ducked when y'all heard the cannon - 
Now you layin deceased 
[Both] Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in the street 

[Verse 2 - Canibus] 
Can you feel it? Nothin can save ya 
Cause this is the season of the infrared laser 
And since I got time, What I'm gonna do 
Is show you how you can get spotted by one too 
Cause I don't give a fuck 
I just cock back and bust 
With more arms than an octopus 
As if one gun wasn't enough 
I fuck around and pull eight out 
Blast your face off or blow your brains out 
Nigga, I'll leave you laid out 
Then I pull the gat in my waist out 
Put it in your mouth 
And keep squeezin till the whole clip is sparyed out 
Take the gun in my ankle brace out 
Shoot you in the stomach till I see the last meal you ate drain out 
Your face look spaced out 
I gut you like a trout 
And scream my name out while I'm scrapin your rib cage out 
Squeeze with the index, spray like a bottle of windex 
Bullets buzzin by your head like insects 
From your head to your mid-sec' 
And I ain't even shoot you in the legs or your limbs or your dick yet 
Your masculinity is questionable 
You probably a homosexual 
Just the thought of havin a woman lay next to you probably threatens you 
You probably look at grapes and see testicles 
You probably fantasize about vegetables 
like cucumbers and bananas havin sex with you 
And you probably let gerbles crawl up your rectum too 
Shame on you 
I *defecate* on you and simultaneously *urinate* on you 
Pour some acid rain on you 
I stop your heartbeat with heat 
You weak nigga, I'll leave your blood spillin in the street 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3 - Both] 
Ayyo Journalist what you workin with? 
-Old school burners with 
-Barrels big enough for you head to fit in the 
circle shit 
-What you holdin Canibus? 
30 bulllet banana clips 
Just to handle a kick I gotta glue it to my hands and shit 
We got permits to murder shit 
We critically injure niggas who deserve the shit 
Put em in a tournaquet 
-Bomb proof Suburbans with ?track to tread 
size? 
so we can ride through the dirt with it 
Drive over curbs with it 
-? in it, even over slippery surfaces 
-We can swerve in it 
And crash into niggas who don't insert their shit 
-Try stoppin it dudes 
-You gotta be bruised, cockin the tools 
-And knock you out your socks and your shoes 
We'll leave you shoeless and keep shootin 
Look how much life liquid you losin 
You need a blood transfusion 
-In the back of a medic truck 
-Shots in your neck and gut 
-While we holdin our weapons up 
-I'm still reppin' Philly - what? 

[blood spillin in the street] 
[the what?] 
[blood spillin in the street] 
[the what?] 

[Hook] 


             
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