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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Boosie Badazz
Boosie Badazz
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeremy Reid
Jeremy Reid
Songwriter:in
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jeremy Reid
Jeremy Reid
Produzent:in
Mel
Mel
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Glen Schick
Glen Schick
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
John Horesco
John Horesco
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Isaac "IKEY_boy" Copeland
Isaac "IKEY_boy" Copeland
Mischtechniker:in
Turk
Turk
Ausführende:r Produzent:in

Lyrics

Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, why you shooting? I got my hands up (my hands up), hands up (my hands up), hands up Don't know what they gone do man today (oh lord) A crooked cop might try to shoot me today Plus they dudes in the system, acting like they ready for shit that they ain't ready for Black power, they scared of us "Just go kill a black", shot him through the windshield Taraj want his brother back, fuck that, this shit real Police killing kids, kids killing men Broke and a fifth of gin'll make a nigga sin You know you planted that shit on my homeboy Motherfuckers gave the bench to my old boy When shit real, your wrong ain't really wrong boy So we clutching long toys dummy, bitch you see me coming And something telling me to stand up (I'm tired of this shit) Why you shooting? Officer I got my hands up (police) My hands up, but something telling me to stand up (fuck that shit) Lord knows the evil (the evil you do) The DA fired you hot, the friends you called so that appeal get denied I know it's hate cause when I won they had tears in they eyes Said it's my lawyer, no that's karma for all the niggas you fried Seen it firsthand, and man, they ain't got feelings inside They be wanting ya boy to testify, we know he gone die They smiled at me, it was lucifer in front of my face Now my nephew fighting a body, how much more can I take? (fuck that shit) And something telling me to stand up (I'm tired of this shit) Why you shooting officer? (why you shooting?) Officer I got my hands up (police) My hands up, but something telling me to stand up (fuck that shit, fuck that shit) Rest in peace Michael Brown Cold part about it (cold part about it) He had his hands up (his hands up), his hands up (his hands up), his hands up (his hands up), his hands up (his hands up) He had his hands up Rest in peace Trayvon Martin (Trayvon, Trayvon, Trayvon) Cold part about it, nigga shot him cause He had on black bruh (at nighttime), black bruh He had a hood that was black bruh Why they do it? cause we black bruh
Writer(s): Torence Hatch, Jeremy Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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