Juice

[Heart Beating]

\ No \

\ No \

\ No \

\ No \

\ No \

\ Sip the juice \

\ I got enough

to go around \

\ And the thought

takes place uptown \

\ I grew up

on a 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 took in \

\ Go uptown to the Bronx

and boogie down \

\ Get strong on the island,

recoup and lay around \

\ Time to build

my juice back up \

\ Props stack up \

\ Suckers get smacked up \

\ Don't doubt

the clout \

\ You know

what I'm about \

\ Knockin' n*ggers off,

knockin' n*ggers out \

\ Shakin' 'em up,

wakin' 'em up \

\ Rakin' 'em up,

breakin' 'em up \

\ Standin' on shaky ground,

too close to the edge \

\ Let's see if I know

the ledge \

\ The corner's triflin',

'cause Shorty's here \

\ I get cocked liftin'

\ Here's a sip for

the crew that's deceased \

\ If I get revenge,

then they rest in peace \

\ Somebody gotta suffer \

\ I just might

spare one \

\ And give a brother

a fair one \

\ Stay alert and on pees \

\ And I do work

with these \

\ Like Hercules \

\ Switch to southpaw,

split your right jaw \

\ 'Cause I don't

like y'all \

\ I'm hype

when night fall smooth \

\ But I move

like an army \

\ Bulletproof down \

\ In case brothers

try to bomb me \

\ Puttin' brothers

to rest \

\ Like Eliot Ness \

\ 'Cause I don't like stress \

\ Streets ain't a place

for innocent bystanders to stand \

\ Nothin's gonna

stop the plan \

\ I'll chill like Pacino \

\ Kill like De Niro,

black Gambino \

\ Die like a hero \

\ Livin' on shaky ground \

\Too close to the edge \

\ Let's see

if I know the ledge \

\ Shells lay around

on the battle ground \

\ Dead bodies are found

throughout the town \

\ Try to put shame in my game

to make a name \

\ I'm gonna

put it on a bullet \

\ Put it in your brain \

\ And my pockets

are still fat \

\ Wherever I'm at,

I get the welcome mat \

\ So come say hi

to the bad guy \

\ Don't say goodbye \

\ I don't plan to die \

\ 'Cause I get loose \

\ And I got troops \

\ And crazy juice \\

[End Of Record Skipping]

[Sirens, Traffic Noise]

[Scratch]

Quincy, get up!

It's after 7:
00,

and you're going to be

late for school again!

Quincy Powell,

did you hear me?

I said get up.

This is bullshit, man.

Excuse me, young man,

what did you say?

Nothin', Ma.

That's what I thought.

Get up.

\ Enterthe dragon 'cause

it's startin'to rain \

\ Rappers

on the bandwagon... \\

Gerard, Eric,

time to get up!

Come on, man,

move it, man.

Move your fat feet.

You're too fat

to be smelling bad.

You gonna never get

anywhere but--stop!

Don't, you little b*tch!

Get your rusty butt up!

I'm up, Pop,

I'm up.

And do something

about this room.

Sure thing.

Fatness never

prospereth.

Morning, Grandma.

Oh, morning, baby.

Breakfast is ready.

See ifyour father's hungry!

[Train Whistle]

Raheem, you know I got

a job interview this morning.

Let me in.

I'm late as is.

Raheem, let me

in the bathroom!

How much?

How much what?

How much you willing

to give me to get in?

Fuckyou, Raheem!

I ain't givin' you sh*t!

Raheem, let me in.

I'll give you a dollar.

Ha ha!

Quincy, I was talking

to Louise in 4-A.

Her boy Tyrone--

You know Tyrone,

that tall skinny boy?

Nice kid.

He's looking to get

into the Acme School,

that school

where they teach you

to fix cars, washing machines,

and whatnot.

You make good money

doing that.

Are you listening to me?

I'll give you $5.00,

Raheem.

Now, let me in.

Did you say $5.00?

Yes, I did.

Cool. $5.00.

I'm with that.

Have you been

working out?

You look nice.

You look real fine.

I'll give it to you

later.

Myra, you better

give me my $5.00!

What's going on

out here?

Nothin', Ma.

\ Better creation,

what a celebration \

\ My vocabulary

is varied\

\ Trouble like a trick hand,

sinking like quicksand\

\ Makin ' the competition feel

like they need a kickstand \

\ To support

what they thought \

\ Would have brought them

some type of victory \

\ You better

never act, no \

\ Huh, 'nuffrespect \\

[H umming]

[Porky Pi g]

P-P-Puppy, oh, puppy, speak to me.

G-G-Good ol' doggy.

Nice puppy.

Oh, y-y-you poor thing.

T ake it easy, Pop.

Button up your coat.

Don't be comin' back

all hours of the ni ght.

I won't.

And clean up that room,

or it's gonna be

me and you.

You can't play that music

the rest ofyour life.

What time are you

comin' home?

And you're not going

in the Army either.

Remember that.

Quincy, where's

your books?

What's up, Lenny, man?

Better hurry that ass up.

Mrs. Sanders ain't going

for that late sh*t no more.

Yo, I need those notes

for biology class.

If I flunk, I'll have to

kickyour ass.

I'm sorry.

Damn, baby, what's up?

Can I get that number?

Eric, come back here

and make up your bed!

- Busted!

- Damn!

Yo, Raheem!

Yo, Raheem!

Keesha. Keesha, wait.

I don't want to argue.

I'm tired of that sh*t.

What the f***

do you want, then, Raheem?

I got to take the baby

to the sitter.

I could help.

That's my baby, too.

Ifwe got back

together...

I ain't even about

to let you have my baby

so you can have him

hangin' out with you

and your f***ed-up friends.

And how would Charlene

feel about that?

I ain't messin'

with Charlene no more.

Raheem, you ain't even

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