Hit Em Up

[Verse 1] Yeah, I tried to talk to him Quit talkin’, I’mma hang ya by your tongue, yeah Any motormouth could get hung high We don’t fuck with niggas like fungi We don’t even hear ya Hollerin’ bullshit nigga cut the diarrhea Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don’t mess Playa fuck around with the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies Honest, you niggas is harmless I’m calm as a Don is supposed to be Cosa Nostra, don’t ever approach him Don’t get close to him Shootouts ain’t none but rock n roll to him Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood ‘Nother murder, ‘Nother page out the notebook It ain’t nothin’ it don’t make it if you no good I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to [Hook] Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, really I was tryna be calm But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose He had too much talkin’, not enough proof I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him Hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em up, hit ‘em up I ain’t even wanna hit ‘em, but I hit ‘em up **gun shot** I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him [Verse 2] Y’all take them shoes off your teeth Stop runnin’ your mouth No shoes, no feet, I’ll run in your mouth I’ll come to your house, me and my goons Loadin’ up bangers, ridin’ under the moon Throwin ‘up fingers sayin’ “My side rule” If a nigga disagree, that’s when my side prove That Maybach Coupe a cock-eyed fool And I’m “in it like Bennet” ho, aren’t I cool But if that thermostat switch and that needle move Then the attitude switch and the heat’ll move I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool Me the disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe Swallow the truth, belch reality How does it taste, powder to your face, you a bitch nigga All pussy, stop comin’ out your lips nigga I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to [Hook] [Verse 3] Real talk boy, chill with the talk boy That tommy gun’ll tear your neighborhood apart boy Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy Start with the wrong boy, it end with a song boy With your friends, to carry you along To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone Fuck discussion, I ain’t in to it boy I just get to it, let’s do it, rip through a boy Big uzzi, just shoot the boy I’m inside lookin ‘out, you just an intruder boy You need sutures on your smooches boy But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to [Hook]