Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Streetlife
Streetlife
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Dukes
Frank Dukes
Producer

Lyrics

I'm built for it ****, yo straight check me out ****
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 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
Uh, 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
Yeah, 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
I'll see you when you wake up on the other side
Yeah, 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
The world is mine, ****, 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
It's 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 **** running up on y'all
For the cheese
Everybody freeze on your knees, butt naked please
Before any of you guppies get heart
**** rewind my part fool
Uh, 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
Yeah, 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
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 **** 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 **** 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 motherfucka Eazy-E
Uh, 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
Yeah, 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)
Here in jungle village, we got all three
All my **** on the eastside, rock the night
All my **** from the westside, rock the night
All my **** from the eastside, rock the night
All my **** from the westside, rock the night
**** from the eastside, rock the night
All my **** from the westside, rock the night
All my **** from the eastside, rock the night
All my **** from the westside, rock the night
All my **** from the eastside, rock the night
Hahaha, yeah ****, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life
Hahahaha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me?
Written by: Clifford Smith, Fredrick Tipton, Patrick E. Charles
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