Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hands Up , by - Uncle Murda. Release date: 13.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hands Up |
| I spit that shit the streets got to feel |
| For Mike Brown and Sean Bell, a cop got to get killed |
| Cause I’m black, police think they got the right to shoot me |
| No jail for them, their punishment is desk duty |
| They’re either killing us or throwing us in the cage |
| Martin Luther King is rolling over in his grave |
| (What happened to the dream?) Time to start killing these coppers |
| If Malcolm X was alive, he’ll be next to me with them choppers |
| (At the window) By any means necessary, let’s make 'em respect us |
| These cocksuckers supposed to protect us |
| Killing unarmed black men, making mothers holler |
| And this who the government paying with our tax dollars |
| All these unjustified shootings |
| Then they call us animals when we start looting |
| Those kids ain’t had no gun and the police knew it |
| Jay need to talk to Obama or let me do it |
| My hands up |
| (Yeah) Gonna feel like they just don’t understand us |
| (They don’t) Got to stay strong, hold on, keep our heads up |
| (You heard) Officer please don’t shoot cause my hands up |
| My hands up, my hands up |
| Look how they do us, they’re gunning us down |
| Black males on the menu, they’re hunting us down |
| Put your foot inside my shoes, been running for miles |
| Who can we call, we alone, who holding us down (nobody) |
| My lil' homie told me he ready to riot |
| Ferguson was on his mind, he ready to fire |
| Staring at a cop who got death in his eyes |
| He want to kill me, I can tell, so my hands in the sky |
| I’m stressing so I’m grabbing my mac 11 |
| Told my mamma I’m a end up on Channel 11 |
| Leaving in a box or they’ll take me away |
| Put away my Glock and I bought me a K |
| Black boys running from white cops |
| Who are they to determine just if our life stops |
| Please your honor, tell me if I’m a goner |
| «I can’t breath, they’re choking me», words from Eric Garner |
| You know this shit just ain’t right |
| My son ask me this morning, «Daddy, we safe, right?» |
| (No) |
| How the fuck I will tell him we ain’t got the same rights |
| They put our babies in coffins, this shit just ain’t life |
| They don’t even read us our rights (my hands up) |
| They don’t got to pay for taking a life (my hands up) |
| It’s like, even if they’re wrong, they’re right (my hands up |
| My hands up, my hands up) |