Juice (know The Ledge) * Lyrics - 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 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