Life Liquid – Canibus – letras

f/ Journalist[blood spillin in the street][the what?][blood spillin in the street][the what?][Journalist]Yo, Wit two precise niggasHoldin the right biscuitsThere’ll be alot cats leakin out their life liquidNiggaz who actin hard this ain’t Columbia PicturesWhen we throw two in your ass while you huggin on your mistressFrom Philly, wit cats quick to mute you atCuckoo cats, twist back your Fubu capCrucial, blackTwo chicks to screw you atThen they shove a poolstick where you doodoo atWhile you checkin on your pagersWeapons in your facesShot blazinCops section off the pavementHoppin out with gaugesPrepare for the occasionWe throw about eight inThe house that you was raised inMouthin off, fakin will make you a ?mouth? patientAchin, with your arms in a alcohol basinAnd while your brain’s achin’Imma have your dame slavin’Cocaine and apronOver a flame bakin’Hook-[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 layin dead on the granite[Canibus] Innocent bystanders gettin shot by standard[Journalist] y’all shoulda ducked when y’all heard the cannon -Now you layin deceased[Both] Niggas’ll leave your blood spillin in the street[Verse 2 – Canibus]Can you feel it? Nothin can save yaCause this is the season of the infrared laserAnd since I got time, What I’m gonna doIs show you how you can get spotted by one tooCause I don’t give a fuckI just cock back and bustWith more arms than an octopusAs if one gun wasn’t enoughI fuck around and pull eight outBlast your face off or blow your brains outNigga, I’ll leave you laid outThen I pull the gat in my waist outPut it in your mouthAnd keep squeezin till the whole clip is sparyed outTake the gun in my ankle brace outShoot you in the stomach till I see the last meal you ate drain outYour face look spaced outI gut you like a troutAnd scream my name out while I’m scrapin your rib cage outSqueeze with the index, spray like a bottle of windexBullets buzzin by your head like insectsFrom your head to your mid-sec’And I ain’t even shoot you in the legs or your limbs or your dick yetYour masculinity is questionableYou probably a homosexualJust the thought of havin a woman lay next to you probably threatens youYou probably look at grapes and see testiclesYou probably fantasize about vegetableslike cucumbers and bananas havin sex with youAnd you probably let gerbles crawl up your rectum tooShame on youI *defecate* on you and simultaneously *urinate* on youPour some acid rain on youI stop your heartbeat with heatYou weak nigga, I’ll leave your blood spillin in 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 shit-What you holdin Canibus?30 bulllet banana clipsJust to handle a kick I gotta glue it to my hands and shitWe got permits to murder shitWe critically injure niggas who deserve the shitPut em in a tournaquet-Bomb proof Suburbans with ?track to tread size?so we can ride through the dirt with itDrive over curbs with it-? in it, even over slippery surfaces-We can swerve in itAnd crash into niggas who don’t insert their shit-Try stoppin it dudes-You gotta be bruised, cockin the tools-And knock you out your socks and your shoesWe’ll leave you shoeless and keep shootinLook how much life liquid you losinYou 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 street][the what?][blood spillin in the street][the what?]