| Lyrics: | * - 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 |
