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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?

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Born Germaine Williams in 1974 in Jamaica, Canibus moved to the United States with his mother at a young age. Because his mother's career required constant relocation, the family moved frequently and the soon-to-be rapper found solace within himself. His rhetorical abilities blossomed later, once hip-hop became the guiding force in his life. He began rhyming and in the mid-'90s joined a group called T.H.E.M. (The Heralds of Extreme Metaphors.)

This group consisted also of his partner Webb. Following a fallout with his partner, Canibus pursued a solo career and began infiltrating the mix-tape circuit. By 1997, he had approached the brink of the major-label rap game, guesting regularly on high-profile releases: He contributed to "Uni-4-orm," an inclusion on the Rhyme & Reason soundtrack also featuring Heltah Skeltah and Rass Kass; "Love, Peace & Nappiness," an inclusion on the Lost Boyz's Love, Peace & Nappiness also featuring Redman and A+; "Making a Name for Ourselves," an inclusion on Common's One Day It'll All Make Sense; the non-album remix of Wyclef Jean's "Gone Till November."

And most famously, "4, 3, 2, 1," an inclusion on LL Cool J's Phenomenon also featuring Redman, DMX, and Method Man.

Of the several guest appearances, "4, 3, 2, 1" certainly meant the most, as it brought together many of New York's preeminent hardcore rappers and thus ushered Canibus into that same elite class. At the same time, however, Canibus lashed out shortly afterward with the Mike Tyson-featuring "Second Round K.O.," where he rhymed, "So I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine/You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine."

In fact, the entirety of the song directed barbed rhymes at LL: "You walk around showin' off your body cause it sells/Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills/Mad at me 'cause I kick that sh*t real niggaz feel/While 99 percent of your fans wear high heels," and so on. Shortly thereafter, LL sought his revenge, releasing "The Ripper Strikes Back" on the Survival of the Illest soundtrack (1998) and thus channeling even more attention toward Canibus.

From the track's chorus ("Can-I-bus? Yes you can!") to practically every line of the verses ("You soft as a newborn baby takin' a nap/Make my dick hard with that bitch-ass track/Where you at? smokin' in some one-room flat/Suckin' on Clef's dick hopin' to come back"), LL unleashed a fury of insults and threats. The media, of course, elevated the battle to grand heights, as even MTV gave the story headlines. In the aftermath of 2Pac's and Biggie's deaths, such confrontations fascinated the rap community, and Canibus certainly capitalized on his newfound publicity.

As for his debut full-length, Can-i-bus (1998), though, the response was sobering. Critics expressed little support, and sales quickly dropped as listeners also felt genuinely disappointed. Executive produced by Wyclef, the album suffered on many levels, both production-wise and rhetorically as well (critics targeting Canibus' delivery more than his lyrics or themes). The momentum that "Second Round K.O." had generated simmered almost immediately, and it didn't help that LL's "Ripper Strikes Back" found substantial acceptance at the time as well.

In the two years following the release of Can-i-bus, the rapper maintained an extremely low profile, much in contrast to the regular guest appearances he had made leading up to his debut. As a result, when he finally did return with his follow-up album, 2000 B.C. (2000), few noticed, it came and went generally unheard, and Canibus returned to the underground after parting ways with Universal. He continued to record albums and release them on the independent circuit (including 2002's Mic Club, 2003's Rip the Jacker, and 2005's Mind Control); furthermore, he retained a small base of fans as well, yet his days as the next-big-thing had clearly come and gone, as they similarly had for so many other talented rappers.

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