Method Man — Built for This RapMusicHD Remix

[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