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

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 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 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 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 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…