[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 shit 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 shit 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 hornet 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 bitch 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 shit 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 Riddick Bowe, opposition plentiful

Not to mention we ain’t stop when shit 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 shit 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 kill everything that I get on, like this rap shit 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 basement with the gang

Vinny still bein’ a crook and Juice sellin’ everything

[Chorus: Juice Lord]

One to the two, three to the four (Oh shit)

One to the two—two, three to the four

One to the two, three to the four

We don’t wanna hear that weak shit 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 fuckin’ 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 damn

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