| Sip the juice 'cause I got enough to go around,
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| And the thought takes place uptown
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| I grew up on the sidewalk where I learned street talk,
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| And then taught to hawk New York-
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| I go to Queens for queens to get the crew from Brooklyn,
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| Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken,
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| Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down,
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| Get strong on the Island, recoupe, and lay around.
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| Time to bulid my juice back up-
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| Props back up, suckers get smacked up Don’t doubt the clout, you know what I’m about
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| Knocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz out
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| Shaking em up, waking em up Raking em up, breaking em up…
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| Standing on shaky grounds too close to the edge
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| Let’s see if I know the ledge
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| Corners' trifling 'cause shorty’s here
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| I get cock-d liffin' forty’s of beer;
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| Here’s a sip for the crew that’s deceased,
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| If I get revenge, then they rest in peace.
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| Somebody’s got to suffer, I just might spare one-
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| And give a brother a fair one!
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| Stay alert and on «p's».
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| And I do work with these- like Hercules,
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| Switch to southpaw, split your right jaw
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| 'Cause I don’t like y’all, I’m hype when night fall.
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| Smooth but I move like an army
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| Bulletproof down in case brothers try to bomb me,
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| Putting brothers to rest like Elliot ness
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| 'Cause I don’t like stress
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| Streets ain’t a place for innocent bystanders to stand
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| Nutting’s gonna stop the plan
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| I’ll chill like Pacino, kill like DeNiro
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| Black Gambino, die like a hero
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| Living on shaky grounds too close to the edge
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| Let’s see if I know the ledge!
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| Shells lay around on the battleground
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| Dead bodies are found throughout the town.
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| Tried to put shame in my game to make a name, I’m a Put it on a bullet, put it in your brain.
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| Rip the block like a buckshot,
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| Who cares where it goes, just keep the casket closed,
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| No remorse when a life is lost
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| I paid my dues- paid the cost!
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| …And my pockets are still fat,
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| Wherever I’m at, I get the welcome mat.
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| Even if my crew steep with one deep
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| I attract attention, people like to peep
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| So come say hi to the badguy
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| Don’t say goodbye, I don’t plan to die!
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| 'Cause I get loose and I got troops
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| And crazy juice!
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| In control of many like Ayatollah Khomeini
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| Hang out wit Smith and Wesson, don’t try to play me.
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| I’m at war alot, like Anwar Sadat.
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| But no warning shot, my gun is warm alot.
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| When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear,
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| Areas in fear but this here’s a fear!
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| Living life too close to the edge
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| Hoping that I know the ledge…
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| A brand new morn, no time to yawn
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| Shower’s on, power’s on Late for school, I catch the train
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| Girls sip «Cristal"and whisper my name
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| I push up like an exercise,
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| Check the intellect and inspect the thighs
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| Select the best one, pull her to the side
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| Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride
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| Read my resume she’s know I’m 'ready cool
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| Just meet me after school,
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| We can moan and groan until your mom come home,
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| And you be calling me Al «dope"Capone.
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| Sweatin' me, she didn’t want to let me loose-
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| Come get me, that’s if you want to sip the juice
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| Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety
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| 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
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| I guess I didn’t know the ledge… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Juice (Know The Ledge), artist - Eric B.. Album song Gold, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп