Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Handz Up , by - Kutt Calhoun. Release date: 14.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Handz Up |
| Hands up, somebody better tell these kids |
| It ain’t safe out here in the streets no more |
| It’s a war outside with police but it ain’t about peace no more |
| Young black males losing their lives on city wanna riot |
| I don’t know about y’all, but shit about to get violent |
| Police keep on trippin' and (We gon' shut shit down) |
| Motherfuckers gon' turn up missing cause (We gon' shut shit down) |
| Keep on taking out children and (We gon' shut shit down) |
| Ayy, so you better listen up before we (shut) we gon' (shit) shut shit down |
| Hands up don’t shoot |
| Cops gonna do what they want to |
| Ain’t nobody had a motherfuckin' gun yet |
| You can play the fool if you want to |
| A little different when somebody hear sirens, nowadays why, it ain’t peace |
| Then wonder why my people get violent but it ain’t they child in the state |
| sheets |
| A young mother got a chill up her spine made the hairs on her neck stand up |
| The spiritual connection that she had to her son |
| Made her feel the last breath that he took |
| She collapsed to her knees |
| In the middle of the kitchen screaming out, «Lord please, he’s only sixteen!» |
| Taken by the very same person who would vow to protect by any means |
| Necessary, I don’t give a fuck if you was holding |
| Warning shot him in the leg or could have popped him in the shoulder |
| You a trained killer with the tactics of a soldier |
| Up against a young adolescent boy who ain’t old enough to even shoot accurate |
| Yet you wan' attack him with a face shot and leave him closed casket |
| How about we run up in you house? |
| Ripping yada and your family member mouth? |
| On, so get back and shit, niggas in my city want redemption |
| Not a bitch slap on the wrist with a 2-week suspension |
| Fuck George Zimmerman |
| Fuck all racist ass police and anybody else I didn’t mention |
| Finna be another little Chi-Raq here in Killer City |
| On the law don’t nobody want to listen |
| Alvin Brooks, the ad hoc crew against crime can’t save him |
| If they don’t want the business then get your hands up! |
| No justice, it’s just us |
| It’s all them, against us |
| There’s no peace |
| Til we all get a piece of redemption the streets won’t get sleep |
| Til the motherfuckin' deuce of the igginit |
| Now everybody want to claim real nigga shit |
| If that’s what it takes to make our presence known (YEET!) |
| It’s about to get real fucking niggerish |
| Time to round with the partners with the choppers |
| A nina for a nina, one Villain per copper |
| A vest for a vest and a scanner for the squadron |
| In the radius so we can know the rules of engagement |
| My cries out for help fell on deaf ears |
| So violence is all that is left here |
| A lot of people think I’m wrong but if |
| We don’t stand for something imagine what next years |
| Death toll killers by cops is |
| Somebody better recognize the plot quick |
| Kill a young breed, destroy a new future |
| Wipe threats out, til we fall useful |
| Knowing that, better get ready for Self Preservation |
| A model is not fear |
| Anybody that is weak and dependent on the system |
| Existence is probably not here |
| And you ain’t gotta co-sign with it |
| I just made it public so you know I did it |
| Voice of the people for the people with no voice |
| For the people in positions so you know I’m with it |
| This is for the mothers of the mowed down childrens |
| That’s victims of the police low down shootin' |
| This has gotta stop when every known niche |
| I’m a hard next time I see a motherfucking cop, hands up! |