Turk - Hands Up lyrics

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My friend keep running and he told me to keep running cuz he fallow me too

So as he was running the officer, he was trying to get out of the court

And one he got out of the court he pursue my friend but his weapon was drow

Now he didn’t see any weapon drown at him or anything like that

It’s going with no weapon

His weapon was already drow when he got off the court

He shut again and once my friend felt that shut, he turn around and put his hands in the air

He started to get down but officer still approach with the weapon drown

And he shut seven more shuts and my friend dye

How do you know you ok when …

I feel you like you’re my brother, my nigga, my homie

He do nothing my nigga, all the way try to get you my nigga

Cuz anybody stand on, put your hands up

Hands up, officer don’t shut, don’t shut

Hands up, officer don’t shut, don’t shut

Hands up, officer don’t shut, don’t shut

You don’t know the way I feel

Officer, hands up don’t shut

Motherfucker …feel, man we ride for the …man we even know the truth

Yeah we needed no true, Jay Mack son what you gonna do?

What you gonna do bout to caught to that cop?

All lies on you, two road won’t make it right

But you on nigga, we the rights

Fucked up how they did it right

But he still took his life,

How do you know you ok when …

I feel you like you’re my brother, my nigga, my homie

He do nothing my nigga, all the way try to get you my nigga

Cuz anybody stand on, put your hands up

Hands up, officer don’t shut, don’t shut, don’t shut

Hands up, officer don’t shut, don’t shut, don’t shut

Shit nigga he put six on you, face down on street the whole world see him

See all motherfuckers nigga, raise his ass right on, don’t fuck with niggas

No justice, no peace, keep buggin’ nigga

Won’t let the world forget you like y brother nigga

Blaming on the fucking system, no jobs… in prison

Nigga, gotta stick together for this, steak the number you only need on this

Buss a nigga shit, just pay attention

See ‘em in, let they know that we are in

How do you know you ok

I feel you like you’re my brother, my nigga, my homie

He do nothing my nigga, all the way try to get you my nigga

Cuz anybody stand on, put your hands up

Hands up, officer don’t shut, don’t shut, don’t shut

Hands up, officer don’t shut, don’t shut, don’t shut