* - 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!

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