[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
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[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)