paroles de chanson Juice (Know the Ledge) - Rakim , Eric B.

Sip the juice

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, 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 niggas off, knocking niggas 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
Imma 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
Showers on, powers 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 alot of niggas 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