Timbaland - Kill Yourself Lyrics

(feat. Attitude)

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Get out, get out! 
You can't be in here 
You have to get out 
I implore you, please 
Please 
You're 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 beats 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 aint talkin shit nigga 
Just tellin' the facts 
I think all the tracks im 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 
You disagree homie then go on and jump 
You can bump your gum 
And talk all you want 
Thats all you gon' do 'cause 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 

[chorus:] 
If you got love for me I got love for you 
If you dont fuck with me I wont fuck with you 
We can do it howeva you wanna do 
Nigga if you don't fuck with me I won't fuck with you 
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 supposed 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 supposed 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 im gettin rich 
well put the pistol to ur head and empty the clip, pop nigga! 

(Chorus) 
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 of dese 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 no u bout as sweet as a honey bun 
trashy broads buyin the 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 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 choke my nigga! 

(Demonic Voice) 
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 

(drop in beat with telephone ring and choir backround) 

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lyrics submitted on 02-04-2007
lyrics corrected by Brock Taylor on 15-08-2007