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* Originally appeared on the Juice sndtrk
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Sip the juice cuz I got enough to go around
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And the thought takes place uptown
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I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk
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And then taught to hawk New York
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I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from Brooklyn
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Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken
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Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down
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Get strong on the Island, recoupe, and lay around.
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Time to bulid my juice back up-
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Props back up, suckers get smacked up
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Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about
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Knocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz out
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Shaking em up, waking em up
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Raking em up, breaking em up...
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Standing on shaky grounds too close to the edge
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Let's see if I know the ledge
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Corners' trifling 'cause shorty's here
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I get cock-d liffin' forty's of beer;
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Here's a sip for the crew that's deceased,
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If I get revenge, then they rest in peace.
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Somebody's got to suffer, I just might spare one-
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And give a brother a fair one!
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Stay alert and on "p's".
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And I do work with these- like Hercules,
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Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw
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'Cause I don't like y'all, I'm hype when night fall.
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Smooth but I move like an army
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Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me,
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Putting brothers to rest like Elliot ness
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'Cause I don't like stress
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Streets ain't a place for innocent bystanders to stand
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Nutting's gonna stop the plan
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I'll chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro
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Black Gambino, die like a hero
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Living on shaky grounds too close to the edge
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Let's see if I know the ledge!
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Shells lay around on the battleground
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Dead bodies are found throughout the town.
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Tried to put shame in my game to make a name, I'm a
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Put it on a bullet, put it in your brain.
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Rip the block like a buckshot,
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Who cares where it goes, just keep the casket closed,
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No remorse when a life is lost
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I paid my dues- paid the cost!
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...And my pockets are still fat,
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Wherever I'm at, I get the welcome mat.
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Even if my crew steep with one deep
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I attract attention, people like to peep
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So come say hi to the badguy
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Don't say goodbye, I don't plan to die!
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'Cause I get loose and I got troops
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And crazy juice!
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In control of many like Ayatollah Khomeini
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Hang out wit Smith and Wesson, don't try to play me.
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I'm at war alot, like Anwar Sadat..
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But no warning shot, my gun is warm alot.
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When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear,
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Areas in fear but this here's a fear!
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Living life too close to the edge
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Hoping that I know the ledge....
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A brand new morn, no time to yawn
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Shower's on, power's on
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Late for school, I catch the train
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Girls sip "Cristal" and whisper my name
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I push up like an exercise,
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Check the intellect and inspect the thighs
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Select the best one, pull her to the side
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Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride
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Read my resume she's know I'm 'ready cool
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Just meet me after school,
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We can moan and groan until your mom come home ,
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And you be calling me Al "dope" Capone.
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Sweatin' me, she didn't want to let me loose-
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Come get me, that's if you want to sip the juice
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Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety
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Cause alot of niggaz hate me
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Coming out of the building, they set me up
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Sprayed wit automatics, they wet me up
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In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge
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I guess I didn't know the ledge.....
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Juice (Know The Ledge) *
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Eric B. & Rakim |