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Bitch don't worry bout me
I been working I been building blocks
While that boy was talking
I was making sure my music hot
I been making sure my music

rip your life apart
Piece by Piece you don't want the Glock imma pop
Welcome to the E.R. where I'm the Doc an you're not safe
Smoking on some bomb haze

ON THE STEPS
UH
CORNER BLOCK cRCcDE
I GOT NEXT
STREET FIGHTER 2
IF IT cINT RIU
I GOT KEN
I WcS RcISED BY THE ZOO
CRUGER cVE BY THE 2
YOU COULDNT LcST IN MY SHOES

INTRO:

Feen music for the ones that... (Yeah)
Feen music for the ones that love this... (Yeah, Yeah)
Feen music for the ones that...
Consumed by

I go by Ykbn, 12 tribes, Representing,
Uncommon conscience, music through your studios, listen.
I don't be cooking crack
in my homeboy's kitchen.
I

a building It's already on the floor, now it's stacked to the ceiling
Tryna make a killin' with this rap shit Before I slide by a nigga's block, tryna clap

Moroccan to American
I just broke through writer's block so I'ma tear this place down
Think about your status before you mention how you make pounds
Music

Rock On

Talib Kweli

Right About Now

2005

your shots low
You hug the block close, we rock on and on
Now if you got dough, your shit is not low
You duck the five-oh, we rock on and on (ladies!)

felt like making music,
three years between EP’s finding peace treaties in the tulips,
stuck on sentences i can’t form,
saw snow stack on blacktops,

had to shoot on that block boy
I know some niggas who killing for crumbs 'magine what they'll do for that knot boy
I know some niggas who still in them

just talk I walk the walk so how you think that we not different
Take a shot send some shots I don't box I'll hit ya kidneys
Block is hot got my glock

of pain on my brain
Many years it last 
Using rap as therapeutic music
So I won't crash 
Feeling hopeful 
Not all the way in happy place
Thank God my father

I woke up with a story
A story inside my head
I woke up with a story
A story inside my head
There were two unlikely troubadours
Sitting side by side

the music 
Not me b**** I don't follow 
But I get a lot of flack like the Gucci model
I never let it get to me b**** just hand me a bottle
If you give me

niggas ain't got it all 
Surrounded by plantations and living without a job 
Looking at racist people racism ain't dead yall 
Growing up in Hilton Head I

I can't say that I grew up hustling on the block
But know that I am a hustler the hustle don't never stop
And trust that I know some killers still

don't want smoke
I got them dogs behind me
They come off the block D lineman
They hit you with Perfect Timing
Uh Huh Uh Huh!
I call it perfect timing
I'm

beats
Know me by videos
How I like pretty toes
Have Me Out Circles
Like I don't have reach
I Feel Like Y'all Trash
Hand over the bag
Show you my shit

He's an up and coming buck who works for some schmuck
Feeling so stuck, he hopes for dope luck
Driven every day, he aims to break free
Driven by

Do it for money forget your attention
Bendin' blocks you know I got the extention
Count up the money my fingers start itchin'
Go ahead load up cuz'

don't feel like creeping no more
My brudda almost lost his life
Middle of the night because of a fire
I think it's a set up
They block can get wet up
I

and my circle getting live
Squad up
With the exception of a couple baddies by my side
Real shit
But if you're disturbing the peace
Then it's a homicide
I

I got love for the hip hop
Hip Hop Hip Hop
Till the casket drop
Till the casket drop
You can hear it bangin down the block
Gangster Rappin'

that everyone becomes involved
Either by love or war my niggas will move forward
Feeling absolved
Fuck anybody that disapproves
I see the fear in your