Life Liquid

f/ Journalist
[blood spillin in the street]
[the what?]
[blood spillin in the street]
[the what?]
[Journalist]
Yo, Wit two precise ******
Holdin the right biscuits
Therell be alot cats leakin out their life liquid
****** who actin hard this aint 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 brains achin
Imma have your dame slavin
C*****e and apron
Over a flame bakin
Hook-
[Journalist] ***** * take it for granted -
until they layin dead on the granite
[Canibus] Innocent bystanders gett shot by standard
[Journalist] yall better duck when you hear the cannon
[Both] Or yall be checkin for leaks -
******ll have your blood spillin in the street
[Journalist] ****** take it for granted -
until they layin dead on the granite
[Canibus] Innocent bystanders gettin shot by standard
[Journalist] yall shoulda ducked when yall heard the cannon -
Now you layin deceased
[Both] ******ll leaveyour 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 Im gonna do
Is show you how you can get spotted by one too
Cause I dont give a ****
I just c**k back and bust
With more arms than an octopus
As if one gun wasnt enough
I **** around and pull eight out
Blast your face off or blow your brains out
*****, Ill 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 Im 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 aint even shoot you in the legs or your limbs or your **** yet
Your masculinity is questionable
You probably a *******ual
Just the thought of havin a woman lay next to you probably threatens you
You probably look at grapes and see t*** ***es
You probably fantasize about vegetables
like cucumbers and bananas havin *** 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 *****, Ill leave your blood spillinin 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 s*it
-What you holdin Canibus?
30 bulllet banana clips
Just to handle a kick I gotta glue it to my hands and s*it
We got permits to murder s*it
We critically injure ****** who deserve the s*it
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 ****** who dont insert their s*it
-Try stoppin it dudes
-You gotta be bruised, c**kin the tools
-And knock you out your socks and your shoes
Well 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
-Im still reppin Philly - what?
[blood spillin in the street]
[the what?]
[blood spillin in the street]
[the what?]
[Hook]