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Eric B. & Rakim - Juice (Know The Ledge)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rakim
Rakim
Vocals
Eric B.
Eric B.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim
Rakim
Songwriter
Eric B.
Eric B.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Grassi
Andy Grassi
Assistant Engineer
Dan Wojnar
Dan Wojnar
Assistant Engineer
Andy Godsberg
Andy Godsberg
Assistant Engineer
Louis Alfred III
Louis Alfred III
Assistant Engineer
Dante Gioia
Dante Gioia
Assistant Engineer
Eric B.
Eric B.
Producer
Lee Anthony
Lee Anthony
Mixing Engineer
Carl Glanville
Carl Glanville
Assistant Engineer
Craig Winzelberg
Craig Winzelberg
Assistant Engineer
Rakim
Rakim
Producer
Mark Harder
Mark Harder
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 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 Nothing's gonna stop the plan I'll chill like Pacino, kill like De Niro 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'ma 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 bad guy 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 her my resume she's know I'm 'ready cool Just meet me after school We can moan and groan until your moms 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 niggas hate me Coming out of the building, they set me up Sprayed with automatics, they wet me up In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge I guess I didn't know the ledge
Writer(s): Eric Barrier, William Griffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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