C.DRO - Hands Up! lyrics

[Intro] Get your love When I'm gone Who gets your love? [Verse 1] Let my music circulate Amongst kids on the curb that wait For better days, but feel they never come Now they're returning late Better late than never though That's what i say Endeavors at this early stage on earth They probably keep me out the pearly gates But I ain't one who judge sh** I just cop the .38 In case a traffic violation turns into a murder case I ain't one to budge If they want to separate my soul from face I be forced to break 'em off like the church and state With just a little piece And i read a press-release, that said the riots are motivated by caprice And i wanna free their minds from all the grief And rid them of their sorrows like all the trees and all the leaves And that's not being poetic, I'm tryna be prophetic The worst is yet to come Yeah I said it and i meant it I'm headed towards a dead-end, all my homies bald-headed I owe this to my fans and to y'all I am indebted [Hook] Hands Up Don't Shoot I murder instrumentals, whether pen or pencil that's just some sh** that I do Hands Up Don't Shoot And they can trap my body but my mind remains alive in this booth, in this booth Hands Up Don't Shoot The type to swallow my blood before I swallow my pride Hands Up Don't Shoot I feel for you n***as gettin' shot while I'm saying this rhyme [Verse 2] And don't you panic, this man is manic Effected by hateful fanatics Who wanna erase my trace from this planet Like the scientists who study eugenics Or like the comet when it struck the Atlantic And as the life-forms vanished The ice showed granite Not wise not savage I'm an emcee I let my mic go damage You micromanaged Dick s**ing trifle hoe f*ggots I wish they made a f**in' feature to dislike your status You ain't a crook son You just a facebook on a book worm To try to look gangsta' but he look dumb Long Beach to Brooklyn Concrete corruption Come rock with young C.DRO, my family dysfunction Drama House Going from poverty to sovereignty Tryna make it rich without the sacrificial offering So all this tough talk, that sh** doesn't bother me Thinking about the future masterminding like im Socrates [Hook] Hands Up Don't Shoot I murder instrumentals, whether pen or pencil that's just some sh** that I do Hands Up Don't Shoot And they can trap my body but my mind remains alive in this booth, in this booth Hands Up Don't Shoot The type to swallow my blood before I swallow my pride Hands Up Don't Shoot I feel for you n***as gettin' shot while I'm saying this rhyme [Verse 3] I swear I hate good byes I see you later for the second time A bunch of saints upon the sacred shrine For my brother who's up in the doc Locked up inside a federal prison So I paid him a visit And I Spoke with him through a window hole I said a year has gone by damn you're beard has grown And mom sends her regards to her dearest son Then he responds, yo by night man I can hear your songs Just remember you're a king and not a jackal See these guards are like hyenas I can hear them when they cackle They love to see you beaner in some shackles Over black, over anglo, a samoan, or a cambo They systemize the damn poor And got us hustling under lamp posts Say where we can and can't go So on your scramble for the lambo Serve as an example Yeah paint your pictures like your Van Gogh Pump your brakes like some AMCO [Hook] Hands Up Don't Shoot I murder instrumentals, whether pen or pencil that's just some sh** that I do Hands Up Don't Shoot And they can trap my body but my mind remains alive in this booth, in this booth Hands Up Don't Shoot The type to swallow my blood before I swallow my pride Hands Up Don't Shoot I feel for you n***as gettin' shot while I'm saying this rhyme