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 YorkI 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 upProps 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 cockHere'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 oneAnd give a brother a fair one!
Stay alert and on.
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