Juice Know The Ledge song by Eric B. & Rakim from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Jazz Rap, Rap, East Coast music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Juice Know The Ledge Meaning
| [[Produced by Eric B] [Verse 1] 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, then get the crew from Brooklyn Make money in Manhattan and never been tooken Go Uptown in The Bronx to Boogie Down Get Strong on the Island, recoup and lay around Time to build my juice back up Props stack up, suckers get smacked up Don’t doubt the clout, you know what I’m about Knockin’ niggas off, knockin’ niggas out Shakin’ ’em up, wakin’ ’em up Breakin’ ’em up, rakin’ ’em up Standin’ on shaky ground too close to the edge Let’s see if I Know the Ledge [Verse 2] Corner’s triflin’ ’cause shorty’s here I get cock-D liftin’ forties of beer Here’s a sip for the crew that’s deceased If I get revenge, then they rest in peace Somebody gotta 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 Puttin’ brothers to rest like Eliot Ness ‘Cause I don’t like stress Streets ain’t the 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 Livin’ on shaky grounds, too close to the edge Let’s see if I Know the Ledge , [Verse 3] Shells lay around on the battleground Dead bodies are found throughout the town Try to put shame in my game to make a name I’mma 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 is steep, I’m 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 with Smith and Wess’, don’t try to play me I’m at war a lot, like Anwar Sadat But no warnin’ shot, my gun is warm a lot When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear Areas in fear ’cause this here’s severe Livin’ life too close to the edge Hopin’ that I Know the Ledge [Verse 4] A brand new morn’, no time to yawn Shower’s on, power’s on Late for school, I catch the train Girls sip the style and whisper my name I push up like an exercise Check they 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 résumé, she know already? Cool Just meet me after school We can moan and groan until your moms come home And you’ll be callin’ 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 Comin’ 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] |
