Life Liquid

Lyrics

[Intro] (Blood spilling in the streets!) The what? (Blood spilling in the streets!) (Blood spilling in the streets!) The what? Uhh, yo, yo, aiyo (Blood spilling in the streets!) [Verse 1: Journalist] Ayo, with two precise niggas, holdin' the right biscuits There'll be a lot of cats leakin' out their life liquid Niggas who actin' hard, this ain't Columbia Pictures When we throw two in yo ass while you huggin' on your mistress From Philly where cats quick to mute you at Cuckoo cats that twist back your FUBU cap Crucial black - two chicks to screw you at Then they shove a pool stick where you doo doo 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 be raised in Mouthin' off fakin' will make you a loud patient Achin' with your arms in a alcohol basin' And while your brain's achin' I'ma have your dame slavin' Cocaine and apron over a flame bakin' [Chorus: Journalist, Canibus & Both] Niggas take it for granted — Until they layin' dead on the granite Innocent bystanders get shot by standin' Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon Or y'all be checkin' for leaks — Niggas'll leave your blood spillin' in the streets! Niggas take it for granted — Until they layin' dead on the granite Innocent bystanders get shot by standin' Y'all shoulda ducked when you heard the cannon Now y'all laying' deceased — Niggas'll leave your blood spillin' in the streets! [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' til the whole clip is sprayed out Take the gun in my ankle brace out Shoot you in the stomach 'til I see the last meal you ate drain out Your face look spaced out, I gut you like a trout 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 gerbils crawl up your rectum too Shame on you; I (*defecate*) on you and simultaneously (*urinate*) on you And pour some acid rain on you I stop your heartbeat with heat You weak nigga, I'll leave your blood spillin' in the street [Chorus: Journalist, Canibus & Both] Niggas take it for granted Until they layin' dead on the granite Innocent bystanders get shot by standin' Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon Or y'all be checkin' for leaks Niggas'll leave your blood spillin' in the streets! Niggas take it for granted Until they layin' dead on the granite Innocent bystanders get shot by standin' Y'all shoulda ducked when you heard the cannon Now y'all laying' deceased Niggas'll leave your blood spillin' in the streets! [Verse 3: Canibus & Journalist] Yo, yo, aiyo, 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 bullet banana clips Just to handle the 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 tourniquet Bomb-proof Suburbans with tractor-tread tires So we can ride through the dirt with it, Drive over curbs with it Merc in it, even over slippery surfaces we can swerve in it (And crash into niggas who don't deserve they shit) Try stoppin' the dudes, you gotta be bruised Cockin' the tools that 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? [Interlude] (Blood spillin in the streets!) The what? (Blood spillin in the streets!) (Blood spillin in the streets!) The what? (Blood spillin in the streets!) [Chorus: Journalist, Canibus & Both] Niggas take it for granted — Until they layin' dead on the granite Innocent bystanders get shot by standin' Y'all shoulda ducked when you heard the cannon Now y'all laying' deceased — Niggas'll leave your blood spillin' in the streets! [Outro] The what?.. The what?.. The what?.. The what?..