Timbaland — Kill Yourself

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[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 death
Either one
The king is back
Take heed and run
I piss and take a shit on your beef 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 n**ga
Just tellin’ the facts
I think all the tracks I’m hearin’ from n**gas is whack
I be hearin’ these n**gas
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 homie then go on and jump
You can bump your gum
You can say what you want
That’s all you gon’ do cause you n**gas is punks
I’m number one you ain’t nothin’ but shit
When they need a hit I’m who they gon’ and get
Talk to me

[Hook by Timbaland:] (Attitude)
If you got love for me I got love for you
If you won’t fuck with me I won’t fuck with you
We can do it however you wanna do
N**ga if you won’t fuck with me I won’t fuck with you
Go ‘head

Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
(If I was you I wouldn’t feel myself)

Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
(If I was you I wouldn’t feel myself)

[Attitude:]
Yo hey
I’m tired of n**gas, n**gas is tired
You ain’t a G, I see bitch in your eyes
If you’re close to me, you’re supposed to be
But most you rap n**gas is hoes to me
Wherever you from, the question I ask is
Do you think I give a fuck, riddle me that
Cause you in my hood
And you jump into hell and back
This industry shit, to hell with that
I seen them come, I seen them go
I doubt if you can show me something I ain’t seen before
Who’s supposed to be in charge, I need to know
When I shake your hand, I’mma step on your toe
Go get your gun, go get your clique
I’mma be right here chillin’ with your bitch
You mad at me, cause I’m getting’ rich?
Put the pistol to your head and empty the clip
Pop n**ga!

[Hook]

[Sebastian:]
See my heart, feel my pain
Some is stars, some is lames
How they follow little trends to get they fame
I ain’t snap my damn fingers to get in the game
You claim you rich, show me son
If you got so many dollars then loan me one
Fools think they’re killers they own a gun
When you know you about as sweet as a honey bun
Trash your broads, behind a bar
Like you that dude that frontnin’ hard
VIP bands don’t make you a star
Like we really still don’t know who the fuck you are
Don’t talk behind my back, just call me n**ga
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, jump my n**ga

[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..