Kill Yourself

Timbaland

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    Get out..get out! You can't be in here
    You have to get out
    I emplore you please
    Please
    Your all going to die down here..

    It's life or death
    Either one
    The king is back
    Take head and run
    I piss and take a shit on ur beat for fun
    I killed the game
    I aint even use a gun
    Who better than me
    Don't make me laugh
    I run this shit they just chase my ass
    I aint 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 trunk
    U disagree homie then go on and jump
    U can bump ur gum
    And talk all u want
    Thats all u gon do cuz yall niggas is punks
    I'm number one you aint number shit
    When they need a hit I'm who they gon' and get
    Talk to me

    If you got love for me I got love for you
    If you dont fuck wit me I dont fuck wichu
    We can do it howeva u wanna do
    Nigga if u dont fuck wit me I wont fuck wit u
    Gon' head
    Kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself
    Gon kill yourself kill your self kill yourself
    If I was you I would kill myself gon kill your self kill your self
    Kill your self gon kill yourself kill your self kill your self
    If I was you I would kill myself

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    I'm tired of niggas
    Niggas is tired
    U aint a g

    I see bitch in ur eyes
    If u close to me
    U suposed to be
    But most of u rap niggas is hoes to me
    Wherever u from
    The question I ask
    Is do u think I give a fuck
    Riddle me that
    Cuz in my hood and u jump into hell and back
    This industry shit to hell wit that
    I seen em come I seen em go
    I doubt if u can show me sum'in I aint seen before
    Who suposed to be in charge? I need to know
    When I shake ur hand ima step on ur toe
    Go getcha gun go getcha click
    Imma be rite here chillin wit yo bitch
    You mad at me cuz I'm gettin rich
    Well put the pistol to ur head and empty the clip

    See my heart
    Feel my pain
    Some of dese stars some is lames
    How they follow little trends to get they famne
    I aint snappin my dam fingers to get in the game
    U claim u rich
    Show me son
    If u got so many dollas then loan me one
    Fools think they killas they own a gun
    When u no u bout as sweet as a honey bun
    Trashy broads behind a bar
    Like you dat dude frontin hard
    Vip bands dont make u a star
    Like we really still dont no who the fuck u are
    Dont talk behind my back just call my nigga
    Move my heart to the side
    Make room to forgive ya
    If u still wanna hang
    We'll come to get ya
    Put the rope around ur neck and jump my nigga!

    Your all going to die down here
    Get out get out
    You cant be in here
    Your all going to die down here

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