[Intro: Hit-Boy]
That's exactly how a beat is supposed to sound
Yeah
HB on the chop
Chop suey the sample
[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Too solid, it's no fluff on it
Treat the beat like pavement, I walk, skate and I run on it
They movin' see-through
I'm in a Glasshouse, Chevy low when I creep through
My style P but I pick the locks like Sheek Louch
I wanna know why like Jada did
Why you takin' credit when you didn't have a hand in creatin' it?
I was gon' kill him dead but I deaded that
The day I heard these lil' ass niggas lightweight doing heavy smack
I used to turn a blind eye to certain energy
Now I'm lookin' through my third eye and I could clearly see
I'm zoomed in on the bullseye, hold on tight
'Cause this life, it get wild as a bull ride
I used to sit shotgun next to my relly
Them areas were sketchy, we was all fearin' what changed
Saying, "We gotta make it out by any means necessary"
Instead of saying, "I'm gon' go, I'd rather go legendary"
It's not about the surroundings, there's somethin' inside
That kept telling me, "Boy, just keep goin', hug on the grind
'Til somethin' align"
I could've fell and been a usual thug
Instead I'm takin' care of my family and getting groupie love
On some G-Unit (Right), what's done is done (Yep)
Reggie would've said, "Love is love" (Uh-huh)
It's no fluff on it
Treat the beat like pavement, walk, skate and I run on it
[Verse 2: The Alchemist]
I used to listen to Christopher Martin
Analyze, try to pick it apart, that's how I get it started
Mind blowing, exactly how a beat should sound
Something delicious that I could wrap my teeth around
We pray to God every time that I drop the needle down
Couldn't finesse the compression, I blew the speakers out
The future was bright, nothing was certain
Moves precise like cuts from a surgeon
Murda Muzik was banging out the truck door
Before "We Gon' Make It", had the whole New York in a uproar (Before that)
Plate was full, couldn't even fill my cup more
Couple of phony friends and trinkets I got stuck for
Too accepting, had to learn the hard way
Now I pull up and shoot behind the circles of the parquet
Security detail, two convertibles on the parkway
Sprinkle flavor like vanilla kernels on a parfait
What we know as biting, you call "tight", B ("Get your own, you heard")
I'm hot-steppin' on a record, I got light feet
Cuttin' turkey, word to the butcher, I slice meat
Sell it expensive and purchase it when the price cheap
To whomever it may concern
I do a freestyle on the radio and get regular rotation burn
Control the wheel with leather Gucci gloves (Yeah)
Parked up right in front of the spot gettin' groupie love
[Outro: The Alchemist]
Parked up right in front of the spot gettin' groupie love
