Life Liquid by Canibus (Ft. Journalist)
Life Liquid by Canibus (Ft. Journalist)

Life Liquid

Canibus & Journalist * Track #3 On 2000 B.C. (Before Can-I-Bus)

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Life Liquid by Canibus (Ft. Journalist)

Performed by
CanibusJournalist
Produced by
Juju (Beatnuts)
Writed by
Juju (Beatnuts) & Journalist & Canibus
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The third single off of Canibus' sophomore album 2000 B.C. (Before Can-I-Bus) and, coincidentally, the third track on it.
Features Philadelphian underground rapper Journalist.
Basically, them two boasting their murderous rap skills and admonishing everybody to know better than to fuck with them. Oth...

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Life Liquid Lyrics

[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!

[Verse 2: Canibus]
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 'til 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 homosexual
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

[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!

[Verse 3: Canibus & Journalist]
Yo, yo, aiyo, 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 shoeless 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?

[Interlude]
(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: Journalist, Canibus & Both]
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!

[Outro]
The what?.. The what?..
The what?.. The what?..

Life Liquid Q&A

Who wrote Life Liquid's ?

Life Liquid was written by Juju (Beatnuts) & Journalist & Canibus.

Who produced Life Liquid's ?

Life Liquid was produced by Juju (Beatnuts).

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