Life Liquid Canibus (Ft. Journalist)

[Intro]
(Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
(Blood spillin in the streets!)
(Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
Uhh, yo, yo, aiyo
(Blood spillin in the streets!)

[Verse 1: Journalist]
Aiyo, with two precise niggas, holdin' the right biscuits
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 that 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 be 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'ma have your dame slavin'
Cocaine and apron over a flame bakin'

[Chorus: Journalist, Canibus & Both]
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!