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BLAQKNOIZ
Fuck Eric Holder
You can put your boys on game, you can run 'em in the race
You can earn your name, you can Hussle, motivate
Say "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
So he came back with a pistol and he shot you in the face
They like haters gonna hate, 'til they underestimate
Leave their people crying cause they caught an early grave
Said "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"
That's the Cost of Keeping Real, no bullets for the fake
I was off a couple grams of them psilocybin shrooms (shroooms!)
When I tuned into a cam, to see what they gonna do (doooo!)
Down on Crenshaw where the God of the neighborhood got clapped (alright)
Tension in the parking lot, got the people running laps
LAPD, NOI, ghetto-choppers in the sky
Teeny-boppers crying "Why?!" cause a gangsta rapper died (Damn.)
They say "he more than hiphop", must be why he got popped
Outlined in that white chalk, shooter came from his block! (Doot doot doot)
The realest always die in the most tragical ways (Facts)
No wonder as they cry, they search for reasons for the pain (Conspiracies)
The healing gets denied in the ghost of practices paid
No wonder as they fly, some lurk and feeding off the graves
Snakes been eating, flooding Eden, with the spirits of the leaders
Break the ceiling, end up weeping, with the limitless believers
Fakes ain't bleeding, they at meetings, flicking tops as they teeter
Race ain't even over, still The Marathon in your speakers (ay)
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
Hustle and motivate, hustle and motivate
Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face
You can put your boys on game, you can run 'em in the race
You can earn your name, you can Hussle, motivate
Say "Heard you was a lame, boy, get up out my face"