feat. Journalist
  
  (Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
  (Blood spillin in the streets!)
  (Blood spillin in the streets!) The what?
  (Blood spillin in the streets!)
  
  [Journalist]
  Uhh, yo, yo, aiyyo
  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 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 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
  
  Chorus: Journalist + Canibus
  
  [J] Niggaz take it for granted -
  until they layin dead on the granite
  [C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin
  [J] Y'all better duck when you hear the cannon
  [Both] or y'all be checkin for leaks -
  Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in the streets
  [J] Niggaz take it for granted -
  until they layin dead on the granite
  [C] Innocent bystanders get shot by standin
  [J] Y'all shoulda ducked when y'all heard the cannon
  now you layin deceased
  [Both] Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in the streets
  
  [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
  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 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 gerbels 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
  
  [C] Ayyo Journalist what you workin with?
  [J] Old school burners with
  barrels big enough for you head to fit in the circle shit
  What you holdin Canibus?
  
  [Canibus]
  30 bulllet 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 tournaquet
  
  [Journalist]
  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
  
  [Canibus]
  We'll leave you shoeless and keep shootin
  Look how much life liquid you losin
  You need a blood transfusion
  
  [Journalist]
  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!)
  
  Chorus
  
  .. The what? .. The what? ..