ERIC B. & RAKIM - Juice (Know the Ledge) * lyrics

rate me

Sip the juice 'cause I got enough to go around

And the thought takes place uptown

I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk

And then taught to hawk New York

I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from Brooklyn

Make money in Manhattan and never been token

Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down

Get strong on the Island, recoup and lay around

Time to build my juice back up

Props back up, suckers get smacked up

Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about

Knocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz out

Shaking 'em up, waking 'em up

Raking 'em up, breaking 'em up

Standing on shaky grounds too close to the edge

Let's see if I know the ledge

Corners' trifling 'cause shorty's here

I get cock-d liffin' forty's of beer

Here's a sip for the crew that's deceased

If I get revenge, then they rest in peace

Somebody's got to suffer, I just might spare one

And give a brother a fair one

Stay alert and on "P's"

And I do work with these like Hercules

Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw

'Cause I don't like y'all, I'm hype when night fall

Smooth but I move like an army

Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me

Putting brothers to rest like Elliot Ness

'Cause I don't like stress

Streets ain't a place for innocent bystanders to stand

Nutting's gonna stop the plan

I'll chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro

Black Gambino, die like a hero

Living on shaky grounds too close to the edge

Let's see if I know the ledge!

Shells lay around on the battleground

Dead bodies are found throughout the town

Tried to put shame in my game to make a name

I'm-a put it on a bullet, put it in your brain

Rip the block like a buckshot

Who cares where it goes, just keep the casket closed

No remorse when a life is lost

I paid my dues- paid the cost

And my pockets are still fat

Wherever I'm at, I get the welcome mat

Even if my crew steep with one deep

I attract attention, people like to peep

So come say hi to the badguy

Don't say goodbye, I don't plan to die

'Cause I get loose and I got troops

And crazy juice

In control of many like Ayatollah Khomeini

Hang out wit Smith and Wesson, don't try to play me

I'm at war a lot, like Anwar Sadat

But no warning shot, my gun is warm a lot

When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear

Areas in fear but this here's a fear!

Living life too close to the edge

Hoping that I know the ledge

A brand new morn, no time to yawn

Shower's on, power's on

Late for school, I catch the train

Girls sip, "Cristal" and whisper my name

I push up like an exercise

Check the intellect and inspect the thighs

Select the best one, pull her to the side

Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride

Read my resume she's know I'm 'ready cool

Just meet me after school

We can moan and groan until your mom come home

And you be calling me Al "Dope" Capone

Sweatin' me, she didn't want to let me loose

Come get me, that's if you want to sip the juice

'Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety

'Cause a lot of niggaz hate me

Coming out of the building, they set me up

Sprayed wit automatics, they wet me up

In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge

I guess I didn't know the ledge