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Hands Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Tg3
Language: English
Length: 4:01
Written by: Bradford Grant, Lawrence King, Victor-Alan Weeks




Tg3 - Hands Up Lyrics
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Pop pop
That's regardless
Pops told me that the number degrees
That I got don't make me less a target
I could be minding my own
In my zone really tryna get the harvest
I ain't even gotta start it
Yeah this world can be heartless
Shoot you walk with no charges
See this historical element
Centuries yeah the story we telling it
Started with a disease of the melanin
Never get any ease, we the felons
See
This thing called justice
Be hard to find when it's just us
On the other side of that gun barrel
We fear the one who might bust us
Either lock lock
Or that pop Glock
But that drop top getting stopped
Assuming we playing hopscotch
With them hot rocks
But we not
Yeah they riding round on our block
This ain't even round where they stay
I never know if it's gonna come
So I wake up everyday pray
Yuh
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see you making moves B
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see you making moves B
I know why they scared a young black men
They can't find a soul looking thru my black skin
Uh Michael Jackson hmm
Cleared up
Damn
They still drag ya name thru the dirt bruh
Even with the fame you ain't worth none
I'm a thug with a bone to pick
Play a harmony you won't forget
Time after time it's the same people getting off
Yeah we noticed it
Pray to God that my church service never hits the news like a bulletin
Shots fired
Killing my dogs ain't no Rottweiler
Heart full of fear that's yo desire
All lives matter look who's deciding ah
Just let me get 5 Milly till I'm 38 before you shoot me in my 31 good vertebrae
Then you see me flop on yo TV screen Lance Stevenson
Turn me into another face on a T Shirt
Sell it for $20 our pockets real hurt
But that's the cost of a life when u built for the hearse so they say
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see you making moves B
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see you making moves B
Yo
They don't want us making moves B
Try to stop the movement
Probably choke us out right on the street, until homie stop moving
When I see a cop on my block, put my head down, keep it moving
I just wanna get home, chill, put my feet up, and watch a movie
Damn
Man I swear some cops are lazy
Trigger happy, shooting babies
Probably clap on an old lady
OMG this shit is crazy
You're a target, whether you're taking a train or a Mercedes
So I'm dangerous cause I'm black
You're mistaken
Look
I don't want no problems with you, I just wanna live
Wanna live in peace and be treated fair
See you on the streets, be happy that you here
Be filled with hope, when I call you and not filled with fear
OK your job is rough, and it's dangerous yo
But you shooting people down, that obey you though
We need change now, not next year
Just wanna feel safe
Hope I made that clear
Ay, Brooklyn
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see you making moves B
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see
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Pop pop
That's regardless
Pops told me that the number degrees
That I got don't make me less a target
I could be minding my own
In my zone really tryna get the harvest
I ain't even gotta start it
Yeah this world can be heartless
Shoot you walk with no charges
See this historical element
Centuries yeah the story we telling it
Started with a disease of the melanin
Never get any ease, we the felons
See
This thing called justice
Be hard to find when it's just us
On the other side of that gun barrel
We fear the one who might bust us
Either lock lock
Or that pop Glock
But that drop top getting stopped
Assuming we playing hopscotch
With them hot rocks
But we not
Yeah they riding round on our block
This ain't even round where they stay
I never know if it's gonna come
So I wake up everyday pray
Yuh
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see you making moves B
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see you making moves B
I know why they scared a young black men
They can't find a soul looking thru my black skin
Uh Michael Jackson hmm
Cleared up
Damn
They still drag ya name thru the dirt bruh
Even with the fame you ain't worth none
I'm a thug with a bone to pick
Play a harmony you won't forget
Time after time it's the same people getting off
Yeah we noticed it
Pray to God that my church service never hits the news like a bulletin
Shots fired
Killing my dogs ain't no Rottweiler
Heart full of fear that's yo desire
All lives matter look who's deciding ah
Just let me get 5 Milly till I'm 38 before you shoot me in my 31 good vertebrae
Then you see me flop on yo TV screen Lance Stevenson
Turn me into another face on a T Shirt
Sell it for $20 our pockets real hurt
But that's the cost of a life when u built for the hearse so they say
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see you making moves B
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see you making moves B
Yo
They don't want us making moves B
Try to stop the movement
Probably choke us out right on the street, until homie stop moving
When I see a cop on my block, put my head down, keep it moving
I just wanna get home, chill, put my feet up, and watch a movie
Damn
Man I swear some cops are lazy
Trigger happy, shooting babies
Probably clap on an old lady
OMG this shit is crazy
You're a target, whether you're taking a train or a Mercedes
So I'm dangerous cause I'm black
You're mistaken
Look
I don't want no problems with you, I just wanna live
Wanna live in peace and be treated fair
See you on the streets, be happy that you here
Be filled with hope, when I call you and not filled with fear
OK your job is rough, and it's dangerous yo
But you shooting people down, that obey you though
We need change now, not next year
Just wanna feel safe
Hope I made that clear
Ay, Brooklyn
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see you making moves B
Hands up, hands up, hands down
It don't matter
They shoot you down to the ground
Yeah
They don't wanna see you making moves B
They don't wanna see
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Writer: Bradford Grant, Lawrence King, Victor-Alan Weeks
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