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"Canibus"
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жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: 2000 B.C.
Life Liquid
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Canibus
жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: 2000 B.C.
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Blood spillin' in the streets, the what? Blood spillin' in the streets Blood spillin' in the streets, the what? Blood spillin' in the streetsAiyyo 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 mistressFrom 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 atWhile 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 inMouthin' 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 streetsNiggaz 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 streetsCan 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 outThen 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 outYour 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 insectsFrom 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 youYou 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 tooShame 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 streetNiggaz 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 streetsNiggaz 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 streetsAyyo 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 tourniquetBomb 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 shoesWe'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 streetsNiggaz 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 streetsThe what? The what?
Это интересно:Джермэйн Виллиамс (это настоящее имя рэппера) родился в 1974 году на Ямайке. Вскоре после его рождения его отец Бэзил и мать Элайн Виллиамс развелись. Джермэйн остался с матерью и они вместе перебрались в штаты. Постоянные переезды вот из чего состояла жизнь парня, во время этих переездов Джермэйн успел пожить в округе Колумбия и Атланте, в Нью-Джерси и Лондоне. Неуверенный в своем будущем... продолжение
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