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lirik lagu built for this (rapmusichd remix) – method man

[intro: method man]
i’m built for it n*gga, yo straight check me out n*gga

[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 sh*t then you might survive
guess i’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
[verse 2: 2pac]
now, ever since a n*gga was a seed
only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
still ballin’, ridin’ on these n*ggas ‘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 n*gga
up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
tell me if it’s on, n*gga, then we first to bomb, bust
on these b*tch*made n*ggas, hit ’em up
westside! ain’t n0body loved me as a broke n*gga
finger on the trigger, lord forgive me if i smoke n*ggas
i love my females strapped, then f*ck her from the back
i get my currency in stacks, california is where i’m at
ridin’, passed by while these n*ggas wondered why
i got shot but didn’t die, let ’em see who’s next to try
did i cry? h*ll nah, n*gga, tears shed
for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; a n*gga still ballin’ (still ballin’) ’til the day i die
you can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
still ballin’, n*ggas wonder why
you can bring your crew but we remain true, motherf*cker
still ballin’
(westside)

[verse 3: freddie gibbs]
sort of like mike at the united center
madison square, boston garden i straight ignite on n*ggas
lil’ n*gga your raps ain’t no fire, that sh*t’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 f*ck
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 f*ck 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 f*cking with half pay
ain’t taking no shorts or losses b*tch 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 sh*t 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 n*gga 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 f*ck up
that’s when ron vanished, came back speaking spanish
lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
here’s a criminal, n*gga made america’s most
k!lled his baby mother brother, slit his throat
the n*gga 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
(n*ggas bleed just like us) picture me being scared
of a n*gga 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 sh*t 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, n*gga here we, here we go
crenshaw boulevard, everywhere n*ggas hard
left ’em burnin’ on my auntie’s front yard
don’t disrespect or disregard
shout out to the whole motherf*ckin’ 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, motherf*ck 5*0

[verse 6: ice cube]
fake ass ballers who we talkin to (we coming)
lying on records bout what you do (we coming)
the sh*t y’all doin is played out and through (we coming)
to come with that sh*t we come after you
it’s the don daddy with the villain, who you k!lling
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
motherf*ckers wait they whole f*ckin’ life and a day
hopin’ that we can reunite n.w.a
all purpose, try to serve us, gettin’ nervous, more murders
sh*t can just turn into the circus
standin’ over the carcass
you look like the kind of n*gga that’d press charges
we the largest, we the biggest, we the n*ggas, with the attitudes
wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude
to the n*ggas that started this sh*t
been around forever b*tch, we smart at this sh*t

[outro]
when you forge a weapon, you need three things:
the right metal, temperatures over fourteen hundred degrees, and someone who wants to k!ll (k!ll, k!ll, k!ll)
here in jungle village, we got all three

- method man

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