Hit Em Up (Explicit)

Lyrics by：D. Carter/Bigram John Zayas Jr./M. Delgiorno

Composed by：D. Carter/Bigram John Zayas Jr./M. Delgiorno

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 f**k with n***as like fungi

We don't even hear ya

Hollerin' bulls**t n***a cut the diarrhea get 'em

Pistol lie inside of the armrest yeah um yes

Lay a n***a down in his own mess yeah don't mess

Playa f**k around with the homeless yeah charmless

You can leave out here armless no homies go

Honest you n***as 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 d**n

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 n***a 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

F**k it make a n***a 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 n***a 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 h*e 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 b***h n***a

All p***y stop comin' out yo' lips n***a

I tried talkin' to 'em but then a n***a 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

F**k it make a n***a 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

F**k 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 n***a 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

F**k it make a n***a 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