*Name This Rakim Song*

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 York I 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 up- Props back up, suckers get smacked up Don't doubt the clout, you know what I'm about Knocking rappers off, knocking rappers 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

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 my resume she's know I'm 'ready cool Just meet me after school, We can moan and groan until your mom 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 alot of rappers hate me Coming out of the building, they set me up Sprayed wit automatics, they wet me up In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge I guess I didn't know the ledge.