Built for This

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon

They coming for me, my time is money no Audemars

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 naw, 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: 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

[Verse 2: 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 funding 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: 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

[Verse 3: StreetLife]

It's the world’s worst, quick to snatch your man purse

And leave your body head first in the stretched hearse

Murder she wrote, I’m known to spit a killer verse

And leave a player blood spilling on his linen shirt

You can Google my name but you ain't gotta search

I’m right here in the streets, I'm putting in work

Go ahead, fuck around and get your feelings hurt

Or, you can get carried outta your local church

I’m from the old school, I do my own dirt

Mama raised no fool, I did my own work

Keep your wifey close, she’s a little flirt

I knew her since '03, I hit the pussy first

I’m the reason why your baby mama water burst

I’ve been marvelous since birth, you can ask my Earth

It’s not a problem to show you how the shotty work

I put your body in the dirt, but what the dollars worth

[Hook: 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