Life Liquid(Album Version (Edited))

歌詞

(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) Yo, With two precise niggas, holding the right biscuits There'll be a lot cats leaking out their life liquid Niggaz who acting hard this ain't Columbia Pictures When we throw two in your ass while you huggin on your mistress From Philly, with 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 checking on your pagers, weapons in your faces Shot blazing, cops section off the pavement Hopping out with gauges, prepare for the occasion We throw about eight in, the house that you was raised in Mouthing off, faking will make you a?mouth? patient Aching, with your arms in a alcohol basin And while your brain's aching, I'ma have your dame slaving Cocaine and apron, over a flame baking Chorus: (Journalist) Niggas take it for granted - until they layin dead on the granite (Canibus) Innocent bystanders gett shot by standard (Journalist) Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon (Both) Or y'all be checkin for leaks - Niggas'll have your blood spillin in the street (Journalist) Niggas take it for granted - until they laying dead on the granite (Canibus) Innocent bystanders getting shot by standard (Journalist) Y'all shoulda ducked when y'all heard the cannon - Now you laying deceased (Both) Niggas'll leave your blood spilling in the street (Canibus) Can you feel it? Nothing can save ya 'Cause this is the season of infra-red laser And since I got time, what I'm going to 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 leave you laid out Then I pull the gat in my waist out Put it in your mouth and keep squeezing '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 looks spaced out, I gut you like a trout Scream my name out, while I'm scrapping your ribcage out Squeeze with the index, spray like a bottle of Windex Bullets buzzing by your head like insects From your head to your mid-sec And I ain't even shoot you in your legs, or your limbs, or your dick yet Your masculinity is questionable; you probably a homosexual Just the thought of having a woman laid next to you probably threatens you You probably look at grapes and see testicles You probable fantasize about vegetables like cucumbers and bananas having 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 Pour some acid-rain on you I stop your heartbeat with heat You weak, nigga, I leave your blood spilling in the streets Chorus: (Verse 3 - Canibus Journalist) Aiyo Journalist what you working with? Old school burners with Barrels big enough for you head to fit in the circle shit What you holding Canibus? 30 bulllet banana clips Just to handle a 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 track to tread size? so we can ride through the dirt with it, Drive over curbs with it Murken it, even over slippery surfaces, we can swerve in it And crash into niggas who don't insert their shit Try stopping it dudes, you gotta be bruised Cocking the tools and knock you out your socks and your shoes We'll leave you shoeless and keep shooting Look how much life liquid you losing, you need a blood transfusion In the back of a medic truck, shots in your neck and gut While we holding our weapons up, I'm still repping 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? ..