Handz Up (Shut Shit Down)

[Hook] 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 [Verse 1] 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! [Hook] [Verse 2] 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! [Hook]