Juice (Know The Ledge) - Eric B. & Rakim

Sip the juice 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.