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timbaland - kill yourself lyrics

“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…

it’s life or death, either one,
the king is back, take heat and run,
i p-ss and take a sh-t on your beef for fun,
i killed the game, i ain’t even used a gun,
who better than me? don’t make me laugh,
i run this sh-t,they just chase my -ss,
i ain’t talking sh-t n-gg-, just telling the facts,
i think all the tracks i’m hearing from n-gg-s is whack,
i be hearing these n-gg-s,
what they say in their rhymes,
i took my spot n-body gave me mine,
i make the beats that boom boom boom! in they trunks,
you disagree homie then go on and jump,
you can b-mp your gum,
you can say what you want,
that’s all you gonna do ’cause yall n-gg-s is punks,
i’m number one, you ain’t nothing’ but sh-t,
when they need a hit i’m who they gonna and get,
talk to me…

[chorus:]
if you got love for me i got love for you,
if you won’t f-ck with me i wont f-ck with you,
we can do it however you wanna do,
n-gg- if you don’t f-ck with me i wont f-ck with you,
gonna head
kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself
don’ kill yourself,
kill your self kill yourself,
if i was you i wouldn’t fell myself,
don’ kill your self kill your self
kill your self done kill yourself,
kill your self kill your self
if i was you i wouldn’t fell myself,

i’m tired of n-gg-s, n-gg-s is tired,
you ain’t a g, i see b-tch in your eyes,
if you close to me, you supposed to be,
but most of you rap n-gg-s is hoes 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 h-ll and back,
this industry sh-t, to h-ll with that,
i seen ’em come, i seen ’em go,
i doubt if you can show me something i ain’t seen before,
who supposed to be in charge? i need to know,
when i shake your hand ima step on your toe,
go get you gun, go get you click,
imma be rite here chilling with yo b-tch,
you mad at me? ’cause i’m getting rich,
well put the pistol to your head and empty the clip, pop n-gg-!

[chorus:]
if you got love for me i got love for you,
if you won’t f-ck with me i won’t f-ck with you,
we can do it however you wanna do,
n-gg- if you don’t f-ck with me i wont f-ck with you,
gonna head
kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
done kill yourself,
kill your self, kill yourself,
if i was you i wouldn’t fell myself,
done kill your self, kill your self
kill your self, done kill yourself,
kill your self, kill your self
if i was you i wouldn’t fell myself,

see my heart, feel my pain
some of these stars, some is lames,
how they follow little trends to get they fame,
i ain’t snapping my d-mn 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 killers they own a gun,
when you no you about as sweet as a honey bun,
trash your broads, behind a bar,
like you that dude fronting hard,
v.i.p. bands don’t make you a star,
like we really still don’t no who the f-ck you are,
don’t talk behind my back just call me n-gg-,
move my heart to the side
make room to forgive you
if you still wanna hang, we’ll come to get you,
put the rope around your neck and jump my n-gg-!

[voice:]
your all going to die down here…
get out get out you cant be in here…
you’re all going to die down here..

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