Rakim - Juice * Lyrics
* - originally appeared on the juice sndtrkSip the juice cuz i got enough to go around,And the thought takes place uptownI 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 tooken,Go uptown and the bronx to boogie down,Get strong on the island, recoupe, and lay around.Time to bulid my juice back up-Props back up, suckers get smacked upDon't doubt the clout, you know what i'm aboutKnocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz outShaking em up, waking em upRaking em up, breaking em up...Standing on shaky grounds too close to the edgeLet's see if i know the ledgeCorners' trifling 'cause shorty's hereI get *****-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 armyBulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me,Putting brothers to rest like elliot ness'cause i don't like stressStreets ain't a place for innocent bystanders to standNutting's gonna stop the planI'll chill like pacino, kill like deniroBlack gambino, die like a heroLiving on shaky grounds too close to the edgeLet's see if i know the ledge!Shells lay around on the battlegroundDead bodies are found throughout the town.Tried to put shame in my game to make a name, i'm aPut 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 lostI 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 deepI attract attention, people like to peepSo come say hi to the badguyDon't say goodbye, i don't plan to die!'cause i get loose and i got troopsAnd crazy juice!In control of many like ayatollah khomeiniHang out wit smith and wesson, don't try to play me.I'm at war alot, like anwar sadat..But no warning shot, my gun is warm alot.When i cook beef, the smoke will never clear,Areas in fear but this here's a fear!Living life too close to the edgeHoping that i know the ledge....A brand new morn, no time to yawnShower's on, power's onLate for school, i catch the trainGirls sip "cristal" and whisper my nameI push up like an exercise,Check the intellect and inspect the thighsSelect the best one, pull her to the sideKeep her occupied for the rest of the rideRead my resume she's know i'm 'ready coolJust 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 juiceCause the streets await me, so i take my gun off safetyCause alot of niggaz hate meComing out of the building, they set me upSprayed wit automatics, they wet me upIn a puddle of blood, i lay close to the edgeI guess i didn't know the ledge.....
