I tried to talk to him Quit talkin', I'm a hang ya by your tongue, yea Any motormouth could get hung high We don't f** wit' n***as like fungi We don't even hear ya Hollerin' bullsh** n***a quit the diarrhea Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes Lay a n***a down in his own mess, don't mess Playa f** around wit' the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies Honest, you n***as 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 rosewood '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 n***a had to [Chorus] Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was try'na be calm But, uh, that chopper rocked, 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, f** it make a n***a get loose He had too much talk, 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 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 n***a disagree, that's when my side prove That Maybach coupe a co*k-eyed fool And I'm "in it like Bennett" 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 Meet a disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe Swallow the truth, belch reality How does it taste, powder your face, you a b**h n***a All p**y, stop cummin' out your lips n***a I tried to talk him, but then a n***a had to [Chorus] 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, it end wit' a song boy Wit' your friends, to carry you alone To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone f** 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 sutures on your smooches boy But, I tried to talk to him, but then a n***a had to [Chorus]