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!