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Method Man

Back Blockz

 

Back Blockz

(альбом: Meth Lab Season 2: The Lithium - 2018)


Young nigga jooking on the back block
In the kitchen whipping 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, push got the trap spot
Couple nights shoving hard by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was going hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self

Break a moment of silence
I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm going through it
Niggas sending threats, it's only right that I'ma hold 'em to it
I ain't scared, I fear for whoever say they owned up to it
We don't hold grudges, they just shooting 'cause I told 'em, "Do it"
Say the wrong name and now he going on a killing spree
Get it playing cutthroat, they don't wanna deal with me
I got 'em creeping wit' these murderer intentions
Your hood is full of pussy, I be on it when the shift end
I'm close to the edge so why you guys pushin'?
Ten thousand strong, Leonidas got his life tooking
They say it's good to grieve on a full stomach
Dropping the audacity of hope is what the hood wanted
Tryna figure out what's acceptable
The man behind the Cardigan, that album is impeccable
My niggas got the loud homie, if it's stressing you
We lamping in the isles, bring the papers and the Method through

It's family, nigga, [?]
Just when you thought you had all the answers, we changed the fucking question

Young nigga jooking on the back block
In the kitchen whipping 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shoving hard by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was going hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self

I'm writing scriptures but they'll never quote it
I'll always tucking for any nigga who say he want it
A moment, 'cause my father never claimed a fool
A full breed in a pit of bulls
We ain't got shit to prove
I know some niggas who can't read but they can stitch a [?]
I'm laughing at you niggas flipping rules
My uncle Carl told me stick and move
It's young F.R.E.A.K. though
Got these niggas tucking they chains like I was Debo
Ran through the Carter like Nino, just me and Geek though
On the set I'm sending 'em slugs to free my Migos
This back block deserted like Baghdad
I'll be damned if they flash cash
Reps coming equipped wit' a gas mask
See a killer but don't push me and cash rules
I'm outta my mind, play with my grind, I'm on my bully
See when y'all was telling stories 'round the campfire
We was having shootouts, my whole camp fired

Young nigga jooking on the back block
In the kitchen whipping 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shoving hard by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was going hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self

Another day in the life
Uncle Meth but this time I brought the family in
Murder was the case, you can't relate? Then you ain't family then
Not even a cousin, Auntie Em or even family friend
Plan we in come with the ratchets, we some handymen
Got my newphew in the Uber with them shooters
Got my dawg on Eukanuba, put a shot through your medula
I don't hate you moolies, just an addict for the moolah
To my cash rulers, never give a package to a user
That's my position, opposition can't maneuver
That's a clue to why I'm sitting in positions and manure
No Kamasutra, get your karma, you basura
I mean garbage and there's clearly nothing promised in your future
Look at this old head dripping on a back block
Rich, working, like he whipping up a crack rock
Fresh out the pot, pack flipping, make the trap hop
And the family hustle kinda tiny but the stack not

Young nigga jooking on the back block
In the kitchen whipping 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shoving hard by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was going hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self

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