Canibus, Journalist - 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)

Uhh, yo, yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo, wit' two precise niggas
Holdin' the right biscuit's
There'll be a lot of cats
Leakin' out they 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, 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 loud patient
Achin', with your arms in a alcohol basin'
And while your brain's achin' I'mma
Have your dame slavin'
Cocaine and apron, over a flame bakin'

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!

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 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

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!

Yo, yo, ayo, 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 permit's 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?

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

The what? the what? The what? the what?