Juice (know The Ledge) * - Eric B. & Rakim

*   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 Island, recoupe, and lay around. 
Time to bulid my juice back up- 
Props back up, suckers get smacked up 
Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about 
Knocking niggaz off, knocking niggaz 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