Niggaz who actin hard this ain't Columbia Pictures
when we have 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 love you at
Then they thrust 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 have about 8 in, the family that you was elevated in
Mouthin off fakin'll make you a loud patient
Achin, with your arms in a alcohol basin
And spell 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 see the cannon
[Both] or y'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 y'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 temper 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 have 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 reverse your brains out
Nigga, I'll give you set out
Then I tear 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 final meal you ate drain out
Your case look spaced out, I gut you wish 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 mind like insects
From your mind to your mid-sec'
And I ain't even take you in the legs or your limbs or your dick yet
Your masculinity is questionable, you probably a homosexual
Just the opinion of havin a woman lay adjacent to you
probably threatens you
You probably feel at grapes and see testicles
Youprobably 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 break your heartbeat with heat
You weak nigga, I'll give your blood spillin in the street
Chorus
[C] Ayyo Journalist what you workin with?
[J] Old school burners with
barrels big enough for you point to fit in the circle shit
What you holdin Canibus?
[Canibus]
30 bulllet banana clips
Just to treat the thrill I gotta glue it to my men and shit
We got permits to murder shit
We critically injure niggaz who merit the shit
Put em in a tournaquet
[Journalist]
Bomb proof Suburbans with tractor-tread tires
so we can drive through the soil with it (drive over curbs with it)
Merc in it, even over slippery surfaces we can swerve in it
(And dash 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 give you shoeless and keep shootin
Look how much life liquid you losin
You want a blood transfusion
[Journalist]
In the rear 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? ..
Source from Life Liquid
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