That's That

[Intro: Prodigy & Alchemist] (Whoo Kid) Uh, ALC out this motherfucker (Can't forget, Alchemist) (A-A-A-A-) Keep the—, keep the—, keep the pen movin’ (Nonstop) That's that That's that, I don’t even think That's that, let me tell you somethin' [Verse 1: Alchemist] Ayo, hard work pays off so I take them days off My phone out of control so the ringer stays off In the lab cookin' a batch, I'm just tryna cake off Got these dudes watchin' my moves, I'm just tryna shake off Separate the real from the fake, I'm just tryna break off We’ll be in front of the whole world, and watch me take off Made a name, rate the game now watch how we make off Spit the loot up with the troops, watch how we break off You ain’t cut from the same cloth, I cut a snake off I get my weight off, many different plates that I ate off Yeah, some are foul tryna imitate the style but they're way off I’m a workaholic, rapping's what I'm makin' my pay off Except I never get, laid off or take days off Machines never turn off, switches don’t even say "Off" Been hearin' all the talkin' but my hair's get gray off So I focus on the path that I'm barkin' and don't stray off [Chorus: Prodigy] You got me talkin' like they Alien S Like we don't pop it off every time Must be out your fuckin' mind, nigga ain't rule the Grammy Man, all these nigga's is bitch Must have lost your fuckin' sense, I put 'em to bed In broad daylight gangster, rockabye kid You must be out your motherfuckin' head Must have lost your motherfuckin' head [Break: The Alchemist] That's that (I don't know nothin' about Alchemist) That's that (A-A-A-A-Alchemist) Keep the—, keep the—, keep the pen movin' That's that That's that That's that That's that That's that [Verse 2: Havoc] It's the H dolo, same position all up in my photo Jail pose, like being ankle tossed the floor, this ain't old We thug clubs gettin' them hoes drunk My home whispered in the air, we got them things in Somethin' pop off with the crew, we finish them I throw it back, Long Island, ice tea sippin' Bartender on my dick, your drink's a little stressin' See my niggas wilding, I tell them slow down, dippin' Peep my demeanor and you will see a difference Niggas act up then and become bitches, grab your lipsticks Don't do it to yourself, I'll have you them missing them summers Like Jay-Z had by, I rode with nothing but gunners Y'all feel this shit, go get the plumber Strikes snapping from me, you ain't no general gun They hate, but I know where this stem from How I first came in the game and got that bread son [Chorus: Prodigy] You got me talkin' like they Alien S Like we don't pop it off every time Must be out your fuckin' mind, nigga ain't rule the Grammy Man, all these nigga's is bitch Must have lost your fuckin' sense, I put 'em to bed In broad daylight gangster, rockabye kid You must be out your motherfuckin' head Must have lost your motherfuckin' head