Know The Ledge

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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 to get the crew from Brooklyn
 Make money in Manhattan and never been token
 Go Uptown and the Bronx to boogie down
 Get strong on the Island, recoup, and lay around
 Time to build my juice back up
 Props back up, suckers get smacked up
 Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about
 Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas 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
 Nothing's gonna stop the plan
 I'll chill like Pacino, kill like De Niro
 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
 Dead bodies are found throughout the town
 Tried to put shame in my game to make a name
 I'ma 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 steep with 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 wit' Smith and Wesson, don't try to play me
 I'm at war a lot, like Anwar Sadat
 But no warning shot, my gun is warm a lot
 When I cook beef, the smoke will never clear
 Areas in fear but this here's a fear
 Living life too close to the edge
 Hoping that I know the ledge
 A brand new morn', no time to yawn
 Shower's on, power's on
 Late for school, I catch the train
 Girls sip Cristal and whisper my name
 I push up like an exercise
 Check the 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 resume she's know I'm 'ready cool
 Just meet me after school
 We can moan and groan until your moms come home
 And you be calling 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
 Coming 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
 

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Duration
03:58
Key
8
Tempo
87 BPM

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