Текст, перевод и аккорды “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 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 [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, 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 (*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 nigga disagree, ask him "Must I 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 (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 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 [Chorus]
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