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TESTO - Method Man - Back Blockz

VIDEO MUSICALE

TESTO - Method Man - Back Blockz




Huh?

Huh?

Huh?

Ha!






Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block)

In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt)

Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot)

Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self)

By my damn self, out there by my damn self

I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self

My damn self, I did by my damn self

I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!)






Break a moment of silence

I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it

Niggas sendin' 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 shootin' 'cause I told 'em, "Do it"

Say the wrong name and now he goin' on a killin' spree

Get it playin' cutthroat, they don't wanna deal with me

I got 'em creepin' 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'? (Woo)

Ten thousand strong, Leonidas got his life tookin' (Uh huh)

They say it's good to grieve on a full stomach

Droppin' 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 stressin' you

We lampin' in the isles, bring the papers and the Method through






It's family, nigga, break 'em

Just when you thought you had all the answers

We changed the fuckin' question






Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block)

In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt)

Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot)

Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self)

By my damn self, out there by my damn self

I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self

My damn self, I did by my damn self

I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!)






I'm writin' scriptures, but they'll never quote it

I'll always tote it 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 (Facts)

I know some niggas who can't read but they can stitch a bone

I'm laughin' at you niggas flippin' rules

My uncle Carl told me stick and move

It's young F.R.E.A.K. though

Got these niggas tuckin' they chains like I was Deebo

Ran through the Carter like Nino, just me and Geek though

On the set I'm sendin' 'em slugs to free my 'migos (Shee)

This back block deserted like Baghdad

I'll be damned if they flash cash

Reps comin' equipped wit' a gas mask

See a killer but don't push me (Nah) and cash rules

I'm outta my mind, play with my grind, I'm on my bully (Shee)

See when y'all was tellin' stories 'round the campfire

We was havin' shootouts, my whole camp fired






Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block)

In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt)

Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot)

Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self)

By my damn self, out there by my damn self

I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self

My damn self, I did by my damn self

I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!)






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 (Nuh-uh)

Not even a cousin, Auntie Em or even family friend

Plan we in come with the ratchets, we some handymen

Got my nephew in the Uber with them shooters

Got my dawg on Eukanuba, put a shot through your medulla

I don't hate you moolies, just an addict for the moolah

To my cash rulers, never give a package to a user (Nah)

That's my position, opposition can't maneuver

That's a clue to why I'm sittin' in position to manure (Pfft)

No Kamasutra, get your karma, you basura

I mean garbage and there's clearly nothin' promised in your future

Look at this old head drippin' on a back block (Back block)

Rich, workin', like he whippin' up a crack rock (Crack rock)

Fresh out the pot, pack flippin', make the trap hot

And the family hustle kinda tiny but the stack not






Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block)

In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt)

Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot)

Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self)

By my damn self, out there by my damn self

I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self

My damn self, I did by my damn self

I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!)

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