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ace p (producer) - patterns lyrics

[intro: juice lord]
aye, ace, we got another one!
you are now watching masters at work

[chorus: juice lord]
one to the two, three to the four
one to the two—two, three to the four
one to the two, three to the four
we don’t wanna hear that weak sh+t no more

[verse 1: juice lord]
yo, uh
black on both sides i’ve been feelin’ like yasiin bey
gotta total the track, everytime that we lay
n+++++ love to play crazy ‘til they meet somethin’ that’s far from safe
n+++++ don’t know it’s like one that don’t know how to play spades
please don’t throw shade, one across your jaw can make your tooth decay
had a kool+aid smile but speakin’ down’ll led you all to some harder days
i got 300 spartans ready for war up in these modern days
souls can’t be tainted ‘cause we all solid, forever paid, aye!

[chorus: juice lord]
one to the two, three to the four
we don’t wanna hear that weak sh+t no more

[verse 2: vinny crook$]
i seen my first murder in ‘05, from the land of low lives
from northside to worldwide
clocked in+ i’m on time
i just stick to my land like a porcupine
had to cut off old ties, stay fly like bow ties
all praise to the most high on both sides
went on tour with no co+sign, yeah i’m tryna go multi
i’m a h+rnet straight out the hive, hit a stain with the 9
get that cream like chives, just like yeast i watch it rise
keep the peace with a piece of that devil’s pie
i revolutionize your minds, to free their minds i redefine the blueprint
flow stronger than turpentine
ride in the whip they had on the cover of superfly
keep a b+tch that’s supersize
haters wanna scrutinize, ‘til my demise me and my tribe been on a lone quest
i’m only next with this pen like i’m joe pesc’
it’s a dog eat dog world, i tell my dawgs to go fetch
got my weight up like i hit the bowflex
do or die, this po pimp
keep pockets thick like cold grits
cold summers wakin’ up in cold sweats
still a known threat, light up your spot like gold tecs
they hit you from afar, but their arms open
i’m a lone soldier, when it comes to bonds broken
when we see them opps rollin’, keep them glocks loaded
countin’ money like stockbrokers, vision clear like bifocals
used to rockin’ venues ‘til the bars closin’, uh
[chorus: juice lord]
one to the two, three to the four
we don’t wanna hear that weak sh+t no more

[verse 3: junethakid]
i step in this booth like i was shadowboxin’ god
i look around and see all lions in my squad
i can’t take these n+++++ serious when they rap
i’m steady doubtin’ y’all facades
you a drug kingpin and a poet, what’s the odds?
that’s yo business, though
please don’t play thakid, these synonyms get critical
we did him pitiful and now he cynical
we in two whole different weight classes, the risk is minimal
a bunch of flyweights tryna spar with ridd+ck bowe, opposition plentiful
not to mention we ain’t stop when sh+t got tough, we get involved, hmm
i got a champion’s resolve, that’s on my mom
chip on my shoulder made me bomb on every song
i treat it like we goin’ to war, i’m on my second tour of ‘nam, n++++
respected ‘cross the city ‘cause the squad different
had to put work in, but for the most part the flow god+given
[?] and tires when we slidin’ ‘cause the mob gifted
pressure by myself, don’t need no ghostwriter to augment it

[verse 3: knucky]
reportin’ live from the cemetery where sh+t get scary
i dig deep enough in my archives, get you n+++++ buried
nary a n++++ could spit this deadly, i’m sick
watch me spread like venereal disease through your stereo
this word of mouth when i spit, they gon’ catch it like mono
tell master p to sign me, it ain’t no limits where i go
they read my lyrics like holy bible
i k!ll everything that i get on, like this rap sh+t is my source of survival
don’t beef with me ‘cause i ain’t keepin’ it cool
it’s on sight when i see you like we was meetin’ on zoom
visionary, i see that you n+++++ meetin’ your doom
no sympathy for enemies when knucky b in the room
but anyways, i’ve been tryin’ to get ahead like a new barber
still reppin’ free lunch, name another crew harder
meanwhile, i’m in the bas+m+nt with the gang
vinny still bein’ a crook and juice sellin’ everything
[chorus: juice lord]
one to the two, three to the four (oh sh+t)
one to the two—two, three to the four
one to the two, three to the four
we don’t wanna hear that weak sh+t no more

[verse 4: $aiku]
where i’m from we got the keys without the open doors
hammer strike with thunder like a war with thor
life or death, and the joy of life is just a spoil of war
buy so many bags, we should be sponsored by the corner store
so much f+ckin’ gas that america might go to war
with my guy, the way we peddle gas+ could win the tour de france
youngins gettin’ too cavalier tryna play, they dead
call him [?], couldn’t measure up worth a d+mn
this that tried and true, we givin’ classic sound on ‘em, man
[?] sound like [?] steady duckin’ and ramblin’
shreddin’ n+++++ like rambo
grabbed his pad turned to hamlet
no matter who’s in the story, them n+++++ dyin’ tragic
skeletons in my closet, it’s rappers who couldn’t hack it
got these n+++++ in stitches, it’s proof that i’m on that fabric of rappers
who’s been carryin’ the flame like a lantern
so if you followin’ the bodies then you seein’ a pattern, n++++

[outro]
okay
talk boxing, be professional
he is talking boxing
be professional!
we don’t talk, we do what we do
(y’all just talkin’ street stuff, be professional)
we don’t talk, we do what we do

- ace p producer lyrics

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