Chords for Eric B. & Rakim - Juice (Know The Ledge)

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_ _ _ _ _ Zip the juice, I got enough to go around, and the thought takes place uptown.
I grew up on the sidewalk, while on the street talking to talk to Hulk and G-d.
I go to Queens with Queens to get the rule of rope.
That money in Manhattan ain't never been token.
Go uptown to the Bronx, we boogie down, go strolling on the isle, and the cool for lay around.
Time to build my juice back up, pop that [G] gup, and get smacked up.
Don't doubt the power, you know what I'm about.
I ain't focused on knocking the doubt.
Shaking them up, waking them up, breaking them up, breaking them up.
Standing on shaky ground, too close to the [A] edge.
Let's see if I know [G] the ledge. _ _ _ _
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Keep on the strike link, show these teeth.
I get cocked eating up if all these appear.
Here's a sip with a cool dash to seize.
If I get revenge, then it rep the piece.
[C] Somebody [N] got a self-i-junk, my spare one.
You give a brother a fair one, stay [G] alerted on these.
And I do work with these, like Hercules.
[D] Switch to Southpaw, split the right draw.
Got a light gun, hyper like Paul.
Smooth, but I move like an army.
Pull a group down, Pace Brothers trying to bomb me.
[G] Put both of the reps like Elliot Ness.
Got on like stress, the streets ain't a place for innocent bastards.
And if you [G] stand, nothing's gonna stop the plan.
I [Ab] don't chill like Latino, blow like the middle.
Black and Vino, die like [G] the hittle.
Living on shaky ground, too close to the edge.
Let's see if I know the ledge. _ _ _ _ _
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Shells lay around on the background.
Now dead bodies are found throughout the town.
Try to put shame in my game, make a name.
I'ma put it on a bullet, put it in your brain.
Rip the butt like a brock shot, 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 bond is still back, wherever I'm at.
I took a weapon map, you ain't never flew a steep.
1D, high track, attacking people like me.
Don't come say hi to a bad guy.
Don't say goodbye, I don't plan to die.
Cause I get loose, and I got troops, and crazy juice.
Can't control the many, like I have told the lady.
Hang out with people weapon, don't try to play me.
I'm at war a lot, ain't no war forgot.
Ain't no war in the shop, I'm gonna blow them a lot.
When I put beat, the smoke will never clear.
Every is in fear, this is fear.
Living life too close to the edge.
Hoping that I know the ledge.
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[Eb] _ _ _ _ Brand new morn, no time to yawn.
Shower's on, power's on, late for school.
I catch the train, throw a sip to style, and whistle my name.
I push up like an exercise, check your intellect and inspect the thighs.
Collect the best ones, pull the hooker side.
Keep a hockey pie, most reps took the prize.
Freedom already made, she know I'm ready to pull.
You just meet me after school, with the moon.
Rolling until your mom come home.
And you'll be calling me Al Doke, Capone, swept me.
She didn't wanna let me move, come get me.
That's if you wanna sip the jukebox, she's squeaky.
So I take my gun on safety.
It's a lot of less hate, coming out of the building.
She set me up, spray with automatics.
They wet me up, made a puddle of blood.
I lay low to the edge.
I guess I didn't know the ledge. _
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