Rakim

Rakim - Juice * songtekst

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 * - originally appeared on the juice sndtrk



Sip the juice cuz 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 islandrecoupeand lay around.

Time to bulid my juice back up-

Props back upsuckers get smacked up

Don't doubt the cloutyou know what I'm about

Knocking niggaz offknocking niggaz out

Shaking em upwaking em up

Raking em upbreaking 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 revengethen they rest in peace.



Somebody's got to sufferI 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 southpawsplit your right jaw

'cause I don't like y'allI'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 pacinokill like deniro

Black gambinodie 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 nameI'm a

Put it on a bulletput it in your brain.

Rip the block like a buckshot

Who cares where it goesjust 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 atI get the welcome mat.

Even if my crew steep with one deep

I attract attentionpeople like to peep

So come say hi to the badguy

Don't say goodbyeI 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 wessondon't try to play me.

I'm at war alotlike anwar sadat..

But no warning shotmy gun is warm alot.

When I cook beefthe 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 mornno time to yawn

Shower's onpower's on

Late for schoolI 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 onepull 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' meshe didn't want to let me loose-

Come get methat's if you want to sip the juice

Cause the streets await meso I take my gun off safety

Cause alot of niggaz hate me

Coming out of the buildingthey set me up

Sprayed wit automaticsthey wet me up

In a puddle of bloodI lay close to the edge

I guess I didn't know the ledge.....                      
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