Kill Yourself
Attitude, Timbaland
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Get out Get out! You can't be in here You have to get out I implore you Please Please You're all going to die down here [Timbaland] It's life or death Either one The king is back Take heed and run I piss and take a shit on your beat for fun I killed the game I ain't even use a gun Who better than me? Don't make me laugh I run this shit; they just chase my ass I ain't talkin' shit, nigga Just tellin' the facts I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from niggas is whack I be hearin' these niggas What they say in they rhymes I took my spot; nobody gave me mine I make the beats that boom boom boom in they trunks You disagree, homey? Then go on and jump You can bump your gum You can say what you want That's all you gon' do 'cause you niggas is punks I'm number one; you ain't nothin' but shit When they need a hit, I would become to get Talk to me [Chorus] If you got love for me, I got love for you If you don't f*ck wit' me, I won't f*ck wit' you We can do it however you wanna do Nigga, if you don't f*ck wit' me, I won't f*ck wit' you Go on ahead Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself Go on, kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself Go on, kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself Go on, kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself I'm tired of niggas Niggas is tired You ain't a G I see bitch in your eyes If you close to me You supposed to be But most of you rap niggas is hos to me Wherever you from The question I ask Is do you think I give a f*ck? Riddle me that 'Cause in my hood, and you jump into hell and back This industry shit - to hell wit' that I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go I doubt if you can show me somethin' I ain't seen before Who supposed to be in charge? I need to know When I shake your hand, I'm a step on your toe Go get ya gun, go get ya click I'm a be right here chillin' wit' yo' bitch You mad at me 'cause I'm gettin' rich Well, put the pistol to your head and empty the clip Pop, nigga! [Chorus] See my heart Feel my pain Some is stars, some is lames How they follow little trends to get they fame I ain't snappin' my damn fingers to get in the game You claim you rich Show me, son If you got so many dollas, then loan me one Fools think they killas - they own a gun When you know you 'bout as sweet as a honey bun Trash your broads behind a bar Like you dat dude frontin' hard VIP bands don't make you a star Like we really still don't know who the f*ck you are Don't talk behind my back, just call me nigga Move my heart to the side Make room to forgive ya If you still wanna hang We'll come to get ya Put the rope around your neck and jump, my nigga! You're all going to die down here Get out Get out You can't be in here You're all going to die down here
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Written by: TIMOTHY CLAYTON, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY, MOSLEY WAVERLY GARLAND
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
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