Built For This (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

[Method Man]

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

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

Then 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

[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

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

[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'

[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

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

[Ice Cube]

The world is mine nigga get back

Don't mess with my stack the gauge is racked

About to drop the bomb I'm the west coast don

Big fish in a small pond

Now the feds trying to throw they book at the crook

But I shook they worm and they hook

Guppies hold they breath. They want to miss me when I'm tipsy

Running everything west of the Mississippi

Its the unseen, pulling strings with my pinky ring

We got your woman, pucker up 'fore we fuck her up

Bow down before I make a phone call

Got 25 niggas running up on y'all

For the cheese we want them keys

Everybody freeze on your knees, butt naked please

Before any of you guppies get heart

Nigga rewind my part fool and.... (Bow Down)

[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

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

[2Pac]

Now everybody wanna see us dead

Two murdered on the front page

Shot to death

Bullets to the head

Niggas holla out my name

And its similar to way

Mothafuckas know I'm comin

So they runnin to they graves

Watch

Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound

[Eazy E]

Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains

Of sand drop from the hourglass

It's how much time I got left on this planet

Some motherfucker's gotta die!

I'm an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up

I'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up

See, my momma... She was wrong when I was born

That a nigga like E should'a never been born

Too late, big mistake in '72

It's '92, now the year of code blue

15 hours, 11 minutes, 30 seconds

I'm a motherfuckin' wreck

Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past

My days ain't long

I'm comin' strong and fast

Lock up 8 niggs, kill up 10 pigs

Innocent and fuckers are also dying, too

Now what else can I do?

Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds

Leavin' kids in this world like me

The lunatic psycho mutherfucka Eazy-E

[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

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

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)

Here in jungle village, we got all three

[2Pac]

All my niggas on the eastside, rock the night

All my niggas from the westside, rock the night

All my niggas from the eastside, rock the night

All my niggas from the westside, rock the night

Niggas from the eastside, rock the night

All my niggas from the westside, rock the night

All my niggas from the eastside, rock the night

All my niggas from the westside, rock the night

Ha ha ha, yeah nigga, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life

Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me?