Juice

[Intro: Carl Sherron] Ayo kid, let me holler at you real quick I heard you got the juice now But that don’t make you a man though Let me holler at you real quick, drop a gem on you [Verse 1: Carl Sherron] I heard you robbed a couple niggas down on forty-deuce, you and your crew You only fifteen, what the fuck you know about twenty-two's? Slow down before you get your melon split or knocked by jakes Cause nowadays, niggas act tough, but be on some telling shit I learned the hard way, ninth grade, I used to play the raw way ‘Till I was tested, pulled out a weapon, and caught that court case Mom stressing, taking off work, rushing to court dates While pops angry, telling me. “Lico, go get your shit straight” Believe me fam', I know G's I was deep as a Spartan with my co-deez If you about that, do it fadoli Use your minds eye, think for a second before you flex your Desert Respect is something that's earned, I hope you take heed to this message It's ill in the Boogie Down Some niggas came through looking for you, hoodie down Mobbing six deep, gripping a four pound You think you thugged out, but the way I see it, you bugged out Could barely stand up straight, angel dust got you strung out Wow, you got the juice now [Break: Carl Sherron & Wati Heru] Yo, shorty, you whyling (Yeah, me?) Yeah, you got the juice now, nigga [Verse 2: Wati Heru] Underneath the shadows of the two train, we hop turnstiles The barrel spin like turn tables when the parties turned out In return we turn the wrist a turning point eternally The burner twist determine if he returns from eternity Don't be concerned with this, we firm with this like Escobar and Fox Never spent a term on D block but yet a nigga picking locks We shoulda known better like case after we saw the cops Still no strangers stand by my spot They exit or they're getting ox'd By any God given chance I turn myself in My attorney's in a fraternity, he'll turn that twenty-five into ten I'll do that bid, get big, turn twenty-five into ten Same cycle, stretch weight, turn twenty-five outta' ten So while they turning in they grave, I'm still collecting this yen Same corner, .38 Special in the side of the Timbs And if the jake turn the curb, I'm putting five into them So now the table turn, El Ragga still survives in the end Cause if I turn over the juice, another saga begins [Outro: Wati Heru, Bishop, & Q] Begins, for real Said I was whylin' out, I got the juice now Look who's whylin' now, you got the juice now What's the matter Raheem? Nothing to say? That's cause you know I'm right… In your heart you know I'm right! Yo, big man! If you want respect, you gotta earn it You damn right! You gotta be ready to go down, stand up, and die for that shit like Blizzard did, if you want some juice Blizzard? Blizzard ain't sticking up to nothing now! That's cause we wasn't there to back him up! If we was there— If we was there there'd be five dead niggas instead of one!