Timbaland - Kill Yourself
[Voice:]Get out, you can't be in here, you have to get out.I implore you, please?.. please?..You all going to die down here...[Timbaland:]It's life or deathEither oneThe king is backTake heed and runI piss and take a shit on your beef for funI killed the gameI ain't even use a gunWho better than me?Don't make me laughI run this shit they just chase my assI ain't talkin' shit niggaJust tellin' the factsI think all the tracks I'm hearin' from niggas is whackI be hearin' these niggasWhat they say in they rhymesI took my spot nobody gave me mineI make the beats that “Boom boom boom!” in they trunksYou disagree homie then go on and jumpYou can bump your gumYou can say what you wantThat's all you gon' do cause you niggas is punksI'm number one you ain't nothin' but shitWhen they need a hit I'm who they gon' and getTalk to me[Hook by Timbaland:] (Attitude)If you got love for me I got love for youIf you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with youWe can do it however you wanna doNigga if you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with youGo 'headKill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourselfGo kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself(If I was you I wouldn't feel myself)Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourselfGo kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself(If I was you I wouldn't feel myself)[Attitude:]Yo heyI'm tired of niggas, niggas is tiredYou ain't a G, I see bitch in your eyesIf you're close to me, you're supposed to beBut most you rap niggas is hoes to meWherever you from, the question I ask isDo you think I give a fuck, riddle me thatCause you in my hoodAnd you jump into hell and backThis industry shit, to hell with thatI seen them come, I seen them goI doubt if you can show me something I ain't seen beforeWho's supposed to be in charge, I need to knowWhen I shake your hand, I'mma step on your toeGo get your gun, go get your cliqueI'mma be right here chillin' with your bitchYou mad at me, cause I'm getting' rich?Put the pistol to your head and empty the clipPop nigga![Hook][Sebastian:]See my heart, feel my painSome is stars, some is lamesHow they follow little trends to get they fameI ain't snap my damn fingers to get in the gameYou claim you rich, show me sonIf you got so many dollars then loan me oneFools think they're killers they own a gunWhen you know you about as sweet as a honey bunTrash your broads, behind a barLike you that dude that frontnin' hardVIP bands don't make you a starLike we really still don't know who the fuck you areDon't talk behind my back, just call me niggaMove my heart to the side, make room to forgive yaIf you still wanna hang, we'll come to get yaPut the rope around your neck, jump my nigga[Voice:]Your 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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