Groupie Love

That's exactly how a beat is supposed to sound

Yeah

HB on the chop

Chop suey the sample

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 doin' 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 sayin', "I'm on go, I'd rather go legendary"

It's not about the surroundings, there's somethin' inside

That kept tellin' 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 gettin' 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

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