Hit Em Up Songtext
von Lil Wayne

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