Line Em Up Video (MV)

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****s like fungi
We don't even hear ya
Hollerin' bulls*** n**** quit the diarrhea
Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes
Lay a n**** 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****s 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**** had to

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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**** 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**** disagree, that's when my side prove
That Maybach coupe a c***-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**** n****
All p****, stop cummin' out your lips n****
I tried to talk him, but then a n**** had to

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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**** had to

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