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LIL WAYNE lyrics : "Hit Em Up"

[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 $#&@ wit ^!$$%z like fungi
We don't even hear ya

Hollerin bull%#@! ^!$$% quit the diaherra
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a ^!$$% down in his own mess, don't mess

Playa $#&@ around wit the homeless, charmless
You can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you ^!$$%z 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 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 ^!$$% 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, $#&@ it make a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% disagree, ask him "Must I prove?"

That Maybach coupe a @@#!-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, Chakita 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 (*##$ ^!$$%
All #~!!@, stop###min out your lips ^!$$%

I tried to talk him, but then a ^!$$% had to

[Chorus]


[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 song boy

Wit your friends, to carry you alone
To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone
$#&@ discussion, I ain't into it boy

I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy
Big oozie, 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 ^!$$% had to


[Chorus]

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