Lil’ Wayne – Hit Em Up Lyrics

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

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

I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

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” 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

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