Timbaland - Kill Yourself (Feat. Sebastian & Attitude)

Get out
Get out
You can't be in here
You have to get out
I emplore you Please
Please
You're all going to die
down here
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 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 trunks
u disagree homie then go on
and jump
u can bump ur gum
u can say what u want
thats all u gon do
cuz u niggas is punks
I'm number one
you ain't nuthin but shit
when they need a hit
I would become to get
talk to me
if you got love for me
I got love for you
if you dont fuck wit me
I wont 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
go on kill yourself
kill your self kill yourself
If I was you
I wouldn't feel myself
go on kill your self
kill your self kill your self
go on kill yourself
kill your self kill your self
If I was you
I wouldn't feel myself
Im 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
I'ma 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 pop nigga
if you got love for me
I got love for you
if you dont fuck wit me
I wont 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
go on kill yourself
kill your self kill yourself
If I was you
I wouldn't feel myself
go on kill your self
kill your self kill your self
go on kill yourself
kill your self kill your self
If I was you
I wouldn't feel myself
see my heart
feel my pain
some is stars some is lames
how they follow
little trends to get they fame
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 know u bout
as sweet as a honey bun
trash your broads behind a bar
like you dat dude frontin hard
vip bands dont make u a star
like we really still
don't no who the fuck u are
dont talk behind my back
just call me 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
You're all
going to die down here
get out get out
you cant be in here

you're all
going to die down here