Life Liquid Lyrics by Canibus

Life Liquid Lyrics

    (Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
    (Blood spillin in the streets!)
    (Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
    (Blood spillin in the streets!)

    [Journalist]
    Uhh, yo, yo, aiyyo
    Aiyyo wit two precise niggaz, holdin the right biscuits
    There'll be a lot of cats leakin out they life liquid
    Niggaz 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, 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'll 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

    [J] Niggaz take it for granted -
    until they layin dead on the granite
    [C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin
    [J] Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon
    [Both] or y'all be checkin for leaks -
    Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in the streets
    [J] Niggaz take it for granted -
    until they layin dead on the granite
    [C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin
    [J] Y'all shoulda ducked when y'all heard the cannon
    now you layin deceased
    [Both] Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in the streets

    [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
    till 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 gerbels 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

    [C] Ayyo Journalist what you workin with?
    [J] Old school burners with
    barrels big enough for you head to fit in the circle shit
    What you holdin Canibus?

    [Canibus]
    30 bulllet 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 niggaz who deserve the shit
    Put em in a tournaquet

    [Journalist]
    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 niggaz 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

    [Canibus]
    We'll leave you shoeless and keep shootin
    Look how much life liquid you losin
    You need a blood transfusion

    [Journalist]
    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 streets!) The what?
    (Blood spillin in the streets!)
    (Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
    (Blood spillin in the streets!)

    Chorus

    .. The what? .. The what? ..

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