Groupie Love

[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