- Votes:
- Composers:
- Gary Grice
- Derrek Harris
- Germaine Williams
- Jason S Hunter
- Walter Reed
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- rap
- rap and hip hop
 
- See also:
Canibus - 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
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 pool stick 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'
Niggaz 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
Niggaz take it for granted until they layin' dead on the granite
 Innocent bystanders get shot by standin'
 Y'all shoulda ducked when y'all heard the cannon, now you layin' 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 homosexualCanibus - Life Liquid - http://motolyrics.com/canibus/life-liquid-lyrics.html
 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
Niggaz 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
Niggaz take it for granted until they layin' dead on the granite
 Innocent bystanders get shot by standin'
 Y'all shoulda ducked when y'all heard the cannon, now you layin' deceased
 Niggas'll leave your blood spillin' in the streets
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 bullet 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 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 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
We'll leave you shoe less 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
Niggaz take it for granted until they layin' dead on the granite
 Innocent bystanders get shot by standin'
 (The what?)
 Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon or y'all be checkin' for leaks
 (The what?)
 Niggas'll leave your blood spillin' in the streets
The what?
 The what?


















