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[Verse 1]


I tried to talk to him


Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea


Any motormouth could get hung high


We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi


We don't even hear ya


Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra


Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes


Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess


Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless


You can leave out here armless, no homies


Honest, you niggaz is harmless


I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be)


Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him


Don't get close to him


Shootouts and nothin 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





[Chorus]


Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up


I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was tryna be calm


But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, 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 Deuce'


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, ask him "Must I prove?"


That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool


And I'm "in it like Bennet" hoe, 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, Pie 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





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[Verse 3]


Real talk boy, chill wit 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, you end wit a stone boy


Wit your friends, to carry you alone


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 uzi, tissue the boy


I'm inside lookin out, you just an intruder boy


You need sooches on your smooches boy


But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to





[Chorus]