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    [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

    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


    [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


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