F/ journalist



[blood spillin in the street]

[the what? ]

[blood spillin in the street]

[the what? ]



[journalist]

Yowit two precise niggas

Holdin the right biscuits

There'll be alot cats leakin out their life liquid

Niggaz who actin hard this ain't columbia pictures

When we throw two in your ass while you huggin on your mistress

From phillywit cats quick to mute you at

Cuckoo catstwist back your fubu cap

Crucialblack

Two chicks to screw you at

Then they shove 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 throw about eight in

The house that you was raised in

Mouthin offfakin will make you a ? mouth? patient

Achinwith your arms in a alcohol basin

And while your brain's achin'

Imma have your dame slavin'

Cocaine and apron

Over 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 ya

Cause this is the season of the infrared laser

And since I got timewhat 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

NiggaI'll leave you laid out

Then I pull the gat in my waist out

Put it in your mouth

And keep squeezin till the whole clip is sparyed 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

And scream my name out while I'm scrapin your rib cage out

Squeeze with the indexspray 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 gerbles crawl up your rectum too

Shame on you

I *defecate* on you and simultaneously *urinate* on you

Pour some acid rain on you

I stop your heartbeat with heat

You weak niggaI'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 clips

Just to handle a 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 tournaquet

-bomb proof suburbans with ? track to tread

Size? 

So we can ride through the dirt with it

Drive over curbs with it

-? in iteven over slippery surfaces

-we can swerve in it

And crash into niggas who don't insert their shit

-try stoppin it dudes

-you gotta be bruisedcockin the tools

-and 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? 



[blood spillin in the street]

[the what? ]

[blood spillin in the street]

[the what? ]



[hook]