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DJ Khaled

"Hit Em Up"

[Intro]
Yeah
I tried talk to him

[Verse 1]
Quit talking
I’mma 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
Hollering bullshit
Nigga, cut the diarrhea
(Get 'em)
Pistol lie inside of the arm rest
Umm, yes
Lay a nigga down in his own mess
Don’t mess
Player fuck around with the homeless
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
Don’t get close to him
Shootouts ain’t nothing but rock-n-roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood
‘Nother murder, ‘nother page out the notebook
It ain’t nothing, and 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 talk and 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
(Gunshot)
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
Loading up bangers
Riding under the moon
Throwing up fingers
Saying “My side rule”
If a nigga disagree, that’s when my side prove
That Maybach Coupe a cock-eyed fool
(Bum-bum)
And I’m “in it like Bennet” ho, aren’t I cool
But if the thermostat switch
And that needle move
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 your face
You a bitch nigga
All pussy
Stop coming out your lips nigga
I tried to talk 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 talk and 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
(Gunshot)
I tried to talk to him
I tried to talk to him

[Verse 3]
Real talk, boy
Chill with the talk, boy
That Tommy gun’ll tear your neighborhood apart, boy
(Blaatt)
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 the discussion, I ain’t into it boy
I just get to it
Let’s do it
Rip through a boy
Big Uzi, just shoot a boy
I’m inside looking out, you just an intruder boy
You need sutures on your smoochers boy
But, 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 talk and 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
(Gunshot)
I tried to talk to him
I tried to talk to him

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