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