作词 : Kyle Clow/Neal H. Pogue II/Khalil Abdul-Rahman 作曲 : Kyle Clow/Neal H. Pogue II/Khalil Abdul-Rahman [Intro] Uh, yeah, uh My Lord, my Lord, Uh, uh,yeah, uh
[Verse 1] They shootin’ niggas down like it’s ’65 They shootin’ niggas down like it’s ’68 They shootin’ niggas down like the slave days, wait They shootin’ niggas down like the slave days I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK Nigga, don’t get trampled in this melee Nigga, don’t get trampled in this melee
You wanna stay safe? You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic Me, my niggas hotboxin’ in a box Chevy It’s goin’ down, I can see where hip hop’s headed So put your hands up, like a cop said it Hands up (Hands up) (I need to see ya mother****in’ hands in the air) Hands up (Hands up) (And wave ’em from side to side like you just don’t care) Hands up (Hands up) (Cops still gon’ shoot us) Keep your hands up (Keep your hands up) (Hands up like you just don’t give a f**k)
[Verse 2] Niggas nursery-rhymin’, Cat in the Hat wit’ a bunch of cap in they raps Like they squeeze triggers, I’ll smack the f**k out these niggas Some made a hit, most came and went, I didn’t flinch I played the long game knowin’, in the end, I’d be bigger I see niggas, makin’ they lil’ lists But next to GRIP, they don’t exist, they ain’t built like this Niggas flexed up, quick to blow a check on a ***** Better get a TEC to protect the Patek on your wrist And for that shit that’s on your neck, niggas will take a risk They tryna make a dollar stretch, your lame ass look like a lick And real niggas ain’t buyin’ all that s**t you kick But the kids eat it up, that’s when the plot gets thick ‘Cause see, a kid’ll learn a song before they learn how to read So if it’s nothin’ in your lines, then how is they gon’ succeed? I know you gotta play the game, you got a family to feed But if we shackle our own mental, then we’ll never be freed I said my peace, I hope I ain’t come off as preachy, but at least I utilized my reach to hug every nigga out in these streets I do it for the love, not credit And any beef, I pray that you and your ops dead it, but if not
You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic Me, my niggas hotboxin’ in a box Chevy It’s goin’ down, I can see where hip hop’s headed So put your hands up, like a cop said it
Hands up (Hands up) (I need to see ya mother****in’ hands in the air) Hands up (Hands up) (And wave ’em from side to side like you just don’t care) Hands up (Hands up) (Cops still gon’ shoot us) Keep your hands up (Keep your hands up) (Hands up like you just don’t give a f**k)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kyle Clow/Neal H. Pogue II/Khalil Abdul-Rahman [00:00.000] 作曲 : Kyle Clow/Neal H. Pogue II/Khalil Abdul-Rahman [00:00.000][Intro] [00:06.455]Uh, yeah, uh [00:10.366]My Lord, my Lord, [00:12.255]Uh, uh,yeah, uh [00:16.685] [00:16.685][Verse 1] [00:16.685]They shootin’ niggas down like it’s ’65 [00:19.200]They shootin’ niggas down like it’s ’68 [00:22.168]They shootin’ niggas down like the slave days, wait [00:25.567]They shootin’ niggas down like the slave days [00:27.940]I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK [00:30.763]I feel like Fred Hampton with a AK [00:33.723]Nigga, don’t get trampled in this melee [00:36.743]Nigga, don’t get trampled in this melee [00:39.752] [00:39.752]You wanna stay safe? You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic [00:43.322]Me, my niggas hotboxin’ in a box Chevy [00:46.342]It’s goin’ down, I can see where hip hop’s headed [00:49.280]So put your hands up, like a cop said it [00:52.194]Hands up (Hands up) [00:58.536](I need to see ya mother****in’ hands in the air) [00:59.684]Hands up (Hands up) [01:04.360](And wave ’em from side to side like you just don’t care) [01:06.163]Hands up (Hands up) [01:10.045](Cops still gon’ shoot us) [01:12.385]Keep your hands up (Keep your hands up) [01:16.151](Hands up like you just don’t give a f**k) [01:16.151] [01:16.151][Verse 2] [01:16.151]Niggas nursery-rhymin’, Cat in the Hat wit’ a bunch of cap in they raps [01:19.047]Like they squeeze triggers, I’ll smack the f**k out these niggas [01:21.729]Some made a hit, most came and went, I didn’t flinch [01:24.711]I played the long game knowin’, in the end, I’d be bigger [01:27.709]I see niggas, makin’ they lil’ lists [01:30.614]But next to GRIP, they don’t exist, they ain’t built like this [01:33.501]Niggas flexed up, quick to blow a check on a ***** [01:36.345]Better get a TEC to protect the Patek on your wrist [01:39.140]And for that shit that’s on your neck, niggas will take a risk [01:42.183]They tryna make a dollar stretch, your lame ass look like a lick [01:45.147]And real niggas ain’t buyin’ all that s**t you kick [01:47.914]But the kids eat it up, that’s when the plot gets thick [01:50.812]‘Cause see, a kid’ll learn a song before they learn how to read [01:53.684]So if it’s nothin’ in your lines, then how is they gon’ succeed? [01:56.664]I know you gotta play the game, you got a family to feed [01:59.838]But if we shackle our own mental, then we’ll never be freed [02:02.496]I said my peace, I hope I ain’t come off as preachy, but at least [02:05.600]I utilized my reach to hug every nigga out in these streets [02:08.478]I do it for the love, not credit [02:11.253]And any beef, I pray that you and your ops dead it, but if not [02:14.464] [02:14.464]You better bare a metal arm like a prosthetic [02:17.262]Me, my niggas hotboxin’ in a box Chevy [02:20.052]It’s goin’ down, I can see where hip hop’s headed [02:22.927]So put your hands up, like a cop said it [02:25.890] [02:25.890]Hands up (Hands up) [02:28.870](I need to see ya mother****in’ hands in the air) [02:32.948]Hands up (Hands up) [02:35.404](And wave ’em from side to side like you just don’t care) [02:38.117]Hands up (Hands up) [02:40.530](Cops still gon’ shoot us) [02:44.175]Keep your hands up (Keep your hands up) [02:48.068](Hands up like you just don’t give a f**k)
