Lil Wayne – Hit Em Up Lyrics

Hit Em Up

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"Hit Em Up." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 12:08 pm

Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Chopped & Screwed

Track No: 15

Yeah
I tried to talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth can get hung high
We don't fuck with **** like fungi
We don't even hate
Hollerin' bullshit, ****, quit the diarrhea
Pistol lie inside of the armrest
Um, lay a **** down in his own mess
Don't mess, player, fuck around with the homeless
Charmless, you can leave out here armless, no homies
Honest, you **** is harmless, I'm calm as a don is supposed to be
Cosa Nostra, don't ever approach him, don't get close to him
Shootouts ain't nothin' but rock and roll to him
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood
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 'em, but then a ****
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm
But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to 'em, I tried to talk to 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a **** get loose
He had too much talk and not enough juice
I tried to talk to 'em, I tried to talk to 'em
Hit 'em up, 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 'em, I tried to talk to 'em
Real talk, boy, chill with the talk, boy
That Tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart, boy
Real talk, boy, chill with the talk, boy
That Tommy gun'll tear your neighborhood apart, boy
Real talk, boy, chill with 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 with a song, boy
With your friends to carry you along
To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone
Fuck discussion, I ain't into it, boy
I just get to it, let's do it, rip through it, boy
Big Uzi, just shoot a boy
I'm inside looking out, you just an intruder, boy
You need sutures on your smooches, boy
But I tried to talk to 'em, but then a ****
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, really I was tryna be calm
But uh, that chopper rock, put his head in his arms
And man, I tried to talk to 'em, I tried to talk to 'em
Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up
I ain't even wanna hit 'em up, fuck it, make a **** get loose
He had too much talk and not enough juice
I tried to talk to 'em, I tried to talk to 'em
Hit 'em up, 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 'em, I tried to talk to 'em

Writer(s): D. Carter, Bigram John Zayas Jr. & Matthew Del Giorno.

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