Built for This (RapMusicHD Remix)

By Method Man

Released on June 25, 2018

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[Intro: Method Man]

I'm built for it nigga, yo straight check me out nigga


[Verse 1: Method Man]

Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon

They coming for me, my time is money, no Audemar

See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R

No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars

The game is ours, let’s keep it funky who said he was

Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce

If y'all ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost

Already cross the light, Christ I'm ready for em

Plus anybody that saying no, I’m taking numbers

I’m taking names, I’ll take your chain take this hunger

Pain, pain, pain

Can you feel the thunder and rain I don’t talk it like the rainbow

I get it done and the game y’all

Do me a favor, don’t ever play with my ball

Never been a player-hater I just ain't playing with y'all

You watching lame but look I’m taking the charge

Going hard will get you two shots now I’m facing the charge


[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]

Fire up the la let’s go take a ride

They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide

But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive

Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side


[Verse 2: 2Pac]

Now, ever since a nigga was a seed

Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary

Still ballin', ridin' on these niggas ‘cause they lame

In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game

Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga

Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers

Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb, bust

On these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up

Westside! Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga

Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas

I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back

I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at

Ridin', passed by while these niggas wondered why

I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try

Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed

For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; a nigga still ballin' (still ballin') 'til the day I die

You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker

Still ballin', niggas wonder why

You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker

Still ballin'

(westside)


[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]

Sort of like Mike at the United Center

Madison Square, Boston Garden I straight ignite on niggas

Lil' nigga your raps ain’t no fire, that shit’ll collapse so don’t try

I scribble and scratch down in my pad that no lie

That no fake, that uncut, that straight drop, what the fuck

I’m pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts

For em took away in cuffs I’d rather lay up in the dust

Feel like fuck a friend a hundred million haters ain’t enough

Twist it up

Life is a blunt and the world is my ash tray

I got them quarters and them halves just meet me like halfway

And I need a hundred percent of my profit ain't fucking with half pay

Ain't taking no shorts or losses bitch we ain't fronting no tag day

As I can recollect, praying to God this dope’ll stretch

Turn mobster warners, work these corners like P90X

Chilling and waiting, patient retaliation just ain't find me yet

I’ll take it into Heaven, you couldn’t buy me that, remind me that


[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]

Fire up the la let’s go take a ride

They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide

But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive

Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side


[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron

From Tucson, push the black Yukon

Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley (Uh-huh)

Stupid as a youngin', chose not to move wisely (Ugh)

Sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jux

Heard it was sweet, about 350 apiece

Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut

His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up

That's when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish

Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats

Here's a criminal, nigga made America's Most

Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat

The nigga got bagged with the toast

Weeded, took it to trial, beat it

Now, he feel he undefeated, he mean it

"Nothing to lose" tattooed around his gun wounds

"Everything to gain" embedded in his brain

And me? I feel the same—for this money, you dying

Especially if my daughter crying, I ain't lying

Y'all know the science

(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being scared

Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me


[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]

Fire up the la let’s go take a ride

They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide

But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive

Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side


[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps

We'd like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California

Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine

Blew a half a zip by the Hollywood sign

Scottie once said it gets better with time

Eastside, Long Beach, but this LA County on minds

Yeah, this is the sign of the times

One of a kind, and this might blow your mind

This ain't no TV show, bow wow, yippie yo

Standin' on your tippy-toe, nigga here we, here we go

Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard

Left 'em burnin' on my auntie's front yard

Don't disrespect or disregard

Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Crip card

Dip hard, wreck hard, used to pop, lock

You turn on the wrong street and you will get got

Move through the city like fee-fi-fo

Creep slow in a four, motherfuck 5-0


[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]

Fire up the la let’s go take a ride

They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide

But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive

Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side


[Verse 6: Ice Cube]

Fake ass ballers who we talkin to (We coming)

Lying on records bout what you do (We coming)

The shit y'all doin is played out and through (We coming)

To come with that shit we come after you

It's the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing

Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling

Top billin', make a million

Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati

Now they got me on Hard Copy didn't have to shoot Versace

Yet you still wanna watch me

Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin' life and a day

Hopin' that we can reunite N.W.A

All purpose, try to serve us, gettin' nervous, more murders

Shit can just turn into the circus

Standin' over the carcass

You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges

We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes

Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude

To the niggas that started this shit

Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit


[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]

Fire up the la let’s go take a ride

They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide

But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive

Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side


[Outro]

When you forge a weapon, you need three things:

The right metal, temperatures over fourteen hundred degrees, and someone who wants to kill (kill, kill, kill)

Here in jungle village, we got all three