Method Man – Built For This ft. Freddie Gibbs & StreetLife (J Clyde Remix)

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  1. Lyrics, not 100%, but better than what Google provides..

    Sorta like Malcolm at the Autubahn, they coming for me

    My time is money, no automa', see bar for bar

    I keep it pushing, no R&R, no foreign broads

    And no promotion for foreign car, the game is ours

    Let's keep it funky, who said he washed?

    Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce

    If ya'll ain't shaking with Stallion, then ya'll already lost

    Already crossed, then like Christ, I'm ready for 'em

    Plus anybody that say he know 'em, I'm taking numbers

    I'm taking names, I'll take ya chain, to take his hunger

    Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain

    Can you feel the thunder and rain?

    I don't talk it like the rent, boy, I get it done in the game, ya'll

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

    Never been a playa hater, I just ain't playing with ya'll

    You watch your lane

    — but look, I'm taking the charge

    Going hard'll get you two shots, now I'm facing the charge

    chorus

    sorta like ??????

    madison square boston garden i straight ignite on niggas

    yo nigga yo raps ain't no fire

    that shit'll collapse so dont try

    i scribble and scratch down in my pad that dont lie

    that no fake, that uncut, that straight rough, what the fuck

    im fulla hood boutta take sum 28 up in my nuts

    for them took away you cuz i rather lay you 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 the quarters n them halves just meet me like half way

    and i need 100% of my profit aint fuckin wit half pay

    aint taking no shorts or losses, bitch, we aint fundin no tag date

    fo sho

    as i can recollect, plan to get this dope district

    turn off the warmer, work these corners like ????

    chillin 'n' waitin patiently wit retaliation just to find nigga

    take it in the head, you couldnt buy me that, remind me that

    chorus

    its the worlds worst

    quick to snatch your man purse

    n leave ur body head first in a stretch hearse

    murder she wrote im known to spit a killer verse

    and leave a player blood spillin on his linen shirt

    you can google my name

    but you aint gotta search

    im right here in the streets

    Im putting in work

    go ahead, fuck around and get your feelings hurt

    or

    you can get carried out at your local church

    im from the oldschool i do my own dirt

    moma raised no fool i did my homework

    keep you wifey close shes a little flirt

    i knew her since '03 i hit the pussy first

    im the reason why your baby moma water burst

    i been mobbing since birth, you can ask my earth

    its not a problem

    to show u how the shotty work

    ill put your body in the dirt but whats the dolla worth

  2. Sorta like Malcolm at the Audubon, they coming for me
    My time is money, no automa', see bar for bar
    I keep it pushing, no R&R, no foreign broads
    And no promotion for foreign car, the game is ours
    Let's keep it funky, who said he washed?
    Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce
    If ya'll shaking with Stallion, then ya'll already lost
    Already crossed, then like Christ, I'm ready for 'em
    Plus anybody that say he know 'em, I'm taking numbers
    I'm taking names, I'll take ya chain, to take his hunger
    Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain
    Can you feel the thunder and rain?
    I don't talk it like the rent, boy, I got it done in the game, ya'll
    Do me a favor, don't ever play with my ball
    Never been a playa hater, I just ain't playing with ya'll
    You watch your lane, but look I'm taking the charge
    Going hard'll get you two shots, now I'm facing the charge

  3. Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
    They coming for me, 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

    [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

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