text: Im 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 yall aint shaking or stacking than yall already lost
  Already cross the light, Christ Im 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 aint playing with yall
  You watching lame but look I’m taking the charge
  Going hard will get you two shots now I’m facing the charge
  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
  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, Im a thug nigga
  Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
  Tell me if its on, nigga, then we first to bomb, bust
  On these bitch-made niggas, hit em up
  Westside! Aint 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 Im at
  Ridin, passed by while these niggas wondered why
  I got shot but didnt die, let em see whos 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 til the day I die
  You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
  Still ballin, niggas wonder why
  You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
  Still ballin
  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 aint fucking with half pay
  Aint taking no shorts or losses bitch we aint 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 aint find me yet
  I’ll take it into Heaven, you couldn’t buy me that, remind me that
  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
  Since its on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
  From Tucson, push the black Yukon
  Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley 
  Stupid as a youngin, chose not to move wisely 
  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 fuck up
  Thats when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish
  Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
  Heres a criminal, nigga made Americas Most
  Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat
  The nigga 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 aint lying
  Yall know the science
   Picture me being scared
  Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
  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
  Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps
  Wed 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 aint no TV show, bow wow, yippie yo
  Standin on your tippy-toe, nigga here we, here we go
  Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard
  Left em burnin on my aunties front yard
  Dont disrespect or disregard
  Shout out to the whole motherfuckin 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, motherfuck 5-0
  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
  Fake ass ballers who we talkin to 
  Lying on records bout what you do 
  The shit yall doin is played out and through 
  To come with that shit we come after you
  Its the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing
  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 didnt have to shoot Versace
  Yet you still wanna watch me
  Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin life and a day
  Hopin that we can reunite N.W.A
  All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, more murders
  Shit can just turn into the circus
  Standin over the carcass
  You look like the kind of nigga thatd press charges
  We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes
  Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude
  To the niggas that started this shit
  Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit
  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 
  Here in jungle village, we got all three