Juice (Know the Ledge) *

* - Originally appeared on the Juice sndtrk<br><br>Sip the juice cuz I got enough to go around,<br>And the thought takes place uptown<br>I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk,<br>And then taught to hawk New York-<br>I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from Brooklyn,<br>Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken,<br>Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down,<br>Get strong on the Island, recoupe, and lay around.<br>Time to bulid my juice back up-<br>Props back up, suckers get smacked up<br>Don`t doubt the clout, you know what I`m about<br>Knocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz out<br>Shaking em up, waking em up<br>Raking em up, breaking em up...<br>Standing on shaky grounds too close to the edge<br>Let`s see if I know the ledge<br><br>Corners` trifling `cause shorty`s here<br>I get cock-d liffin` forty`s of beer;<br>Here`s a sip for the crew that`s deceased,<br>If I get revenge, then they rest in peace.<br><br>Somebody`s got to suffer, I just might spare one-<br>And give a brother a fair one!<br>Stay alert and on "p`s".<br>And I do work with these- like Hercules,<br>Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw<br>`Cause I don`t like y`all, I`m hype when night fall.<br>Smooth but I move like an army<br>Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me,<br>Putting brothers to rest like Elliot ness<br>`Cause I don`t like stress<br>Streets ain`t a place for innocent bystanders to stand<br>Nutting`s gonna stop the plan<br>I`ll chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro<br>Black Gambino, die like a hero<br>Living on shaky grounds too close to the edge<br>Let`s see if I know the ledge!<br><br>Shells lay around on the battleground<br>Dead bodies are found throughout the town.<br>Tried to put shame in my game to make a name, I`m a<br>Put it on a bullet, put it in your brain.<br>Rip the block like a buckshot,<br>Who cares where it goes, just keep the casket closed,<br>No remorse when a life is lost<br>I paid my dues- paid the cost!<br>...And my pockets are still fat,<br>Wherever I`m at, I get the welcome mat.<br>Even if my crew steep with one deep<br>I attract attention, people like to peep<br>So come say hi to the badguy<br>Don`t say goodbye, I don`t plan to die!<br>`Cause I get loose and I got troops<br>And crazy juice!<br>In control of many like Ayatollah Khomeini<br>Hang out wit Smith and Wesson, don`t try to play me.<br>I`m at war alot, like Anwar Sadat..<br>But no warning shot, my gun is warm alot.<br>When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear,<br>Areas in fear but this here`s a fear!<br>Living life too close to the edge<br>Hoping that I know the ledge....<br><br>A brand new morn, no time to yawn<br>Shower`s on, power`s on<br>Late for school, I catch the train<br>Girls sip "Cristal" and whisper my name<br>I push up like an exercise,<br>Check the intellect and inspect the thighs<br>Select the best one, pull her to the side <br>Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride <br>Read my resume she`s know I`m `ready cool <br>Just meet me after school,<br>We can moan and groan until your mom come home , <br>And you be calling me Al "dope" Capone.<br>Sweatin` me, she didn`t want to let me loose-<br>Come get me, that`s if you want to sip the juice<br>Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety<br>Cause alot of niggaz hate me<br>Coming out of the building, they set me up<br>Sprayed wit automatics, they wet me up<br>In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge<br>I guess I didn`t know the ledge.....