Life Liquid Lyrics - Singles - Canibus

(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 why'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 why'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? ..