Hit Em Up - Chopped & Screwed

Yeah

I tried talkin' to 'em

Quit talkin', I'ma hang you 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 (get 'em)

Pistol lie inside of the armrest (yeah), um, yes

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

Playa fuck around with the homeless (yeah), charmless

You can leave out here armless, no homies (go)

Honest, you niggas is harmless

I'm calm as a don is supposed to (be), Cosa Nostra

Don't ever approach him (nah), don't get close to him (uh-uh)

Shootouts ain't nothin', but rock and roll to him (damn)

Leave your blood on the dash', call it rosewood (uh)

'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook

It ain't nothin' and don't make it if you no good

I tried talkin' to 'em, but then a nigga had to

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up

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

But uh, that choppa rock, put his head in his arms

And man, I tried talkin' to 'em, I tried talkin' to 'em

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 talk and not enough proof

I tried talkin' to 'em, I tried talkin' to 'em

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

I tried talkin' to 'em, I tried talkin' to 'em (yo)

Take them shoes off your teeth, stop runnin' yo' mouth

No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth (huh)

I'll come to yo' house, me and my goons

Loadin' up bangers, ridin' under the moon (yeah)

Throwin' up fingers, sayin', "My side rule" (yeah)

If a nigga disagree, that's when my side prove (get 'em), yeah

That Maybach coupe, a cockeyed fool (uh-huh)

And I'm in it like Bennett, hoe, aren't I cool?

But if the thermostat switch and that needle move (uh-oh)

Then the attitude switch and that heat'll move

I got that Chiquita banana clip for the tool

Meet a disaster, pity the fool

Eat a catastrophe, swallow the truth

Belch reality, how does it taste?

Powder yo' face, you a bitch, nigga

All pussy, stop comin' out yo' lips, nigga

I tried talkin' to 'em, but then a nigga had to

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up

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

But uh, that choppa rock, put his head in his arms

And man, I tried talkin' to 'em, I tried talkin' to 'em

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 talk and not enough proof

I tried talkin' to 'em, I tried talkin' to 'em

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

I tried talkin' to 'em, I tried talkin' to 'em

Real talk, boy, chill with the talk, boy (yeah)

That Tommy gun'll tear yo' neighborhood apart, boy (blatt)

Yeah, leave your feelings in yo' heart, boy

You start with the wrong boy, it end with a song, boy (oh)

With yo' friends to carry you along

To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone (yeah)

Fuck the discussion, I ain't into it, boy

I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy (bah)

Big Uzi, just shoot a boy (brr)

I'm inside lookin' out, you just an intruder, boy (get 'em)

You need sutures on yo' smoochers, boy, but

I tried talkin' to 'em, but then a nigga had to

Hit 'em up, hit 'em up

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

But uh, that choppa rock, put his head in his arms

And man, I tried talkin' to 'em, I tried talkin' to 'em

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 talk and not enough proof

I tried talkin' to 'em, I tried talkin' to 'em

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

I tried talkin' to 'em, I tried talkin' to 'em