Handz Up - Kutt Calhoun

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

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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!