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(Verse 1) |
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I tried to talk to him |
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Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea |
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Any motormouth could get hung high |
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We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi |
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We don't even hear ya |
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Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra |
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Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes |
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Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess |
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Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless |
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You can leave out here armless, no homies |
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Honest, you niggaz is harmless |
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I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be) |
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Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him |
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Don't get close to him |
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Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him |
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Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood |
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'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebook |
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It ain't nothin it don't make it if you no good |
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I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to |
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(Chorus) |
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Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up |
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I ain't even wanna hit 'em up really, I was tryna be calm |
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But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his arms |
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And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him |
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Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up |
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I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose |
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He had too much talkin, not enough Deuce' |
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I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him |
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Hit 'em up, Hit 'em up |
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I ain't even wanna hit 'em up hit 'em up |
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I ain't even wanna hit 'em but I hit 'em up (Gun shot) |
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I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him |
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(Verse 2) |
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Y'all take them shoes off your teeth |
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Stop runnin your mouth |
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No shoes, no feet, I'll run in your mouth |
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I'll come to your house, me and my goons |
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Loadin up bangers, ridin under the moon |
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Throwin up fingers sayin "My side rule" |
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If a nigga disagree, ask him "Must I prove?" |
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That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool |
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And I'm "in it like Bennet" hoe, aren't I cool |
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But if that thermostat switch and that needle move |
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Then the attitude switch and the heat'll move |
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I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool |
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Me the disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe |
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Swallow the truth, belch reality |
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How does it taste, Pie to your face, You a bitch nigga |
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All pussy, stop comin out your lips nigga |
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I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3) |
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Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boy |
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That tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart boy |
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Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy |
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Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone boy |
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Wit your friends, to carry you alone |
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To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone |
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Fuck discussion, I ain't in to it boy |
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I just get to it, let's do it, rip through a boy |
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Big uzi, tissue the boy |
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I'm inside lookin out, you just an intruder boy |
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You need sooches on your smooches boy |
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But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to |
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(Chorus) |
