Kill yourself chords by
Timbaland
Timbaland

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Key: C# minor
Verse 1
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Em
Em
Get out
Get out!
You can't be in here
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Am
You have to get out
I implore you
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Em
Please
Please
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You're all going to
die down here
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Em
Verse 2
[Timbaland]
It's life or death
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Either one
The king is back
Take heed and run
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I piss and take a shit on
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Em
your beat for fun
I killed the game
I ain't even use a gun
Who better than me?
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Don't make me laugh
I run this shit; they just chase my ass
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I ain't talkin' shit, nigga
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Em
Just tellin' the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin'
from niggas is whack
I be hearin' these niggas
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What they say in they rhymes
I took my spot; nobody
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gave me mine
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I make the beats that boom
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boom boom in they trunks
You disagree,
homey? Then go on and jump
You can bump your gum
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You can say what you want
That's all you gon' do 'cause
you niggas is punks
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I'm number one; you ain't noth
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in' but shit
When they need a hit,
I would become to get
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Talk to me
Verse 3
Am
Am
[Chorus]
If you got love for me,
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Em
I got love for you
If you don't fuck wit' me,
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I won't fuck wit' you
We can do it however you wanna
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do
Nigga, if you don't fuck wit' me,
I won't fuck wit' you
Go on ahead
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Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
Go on, kill yourself,
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Em
Em
kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself
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Go on, kill yourself, kill yourself,
kill yourself
Go on, kill yourself,
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Em
kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself
Verse 4
Em
Em
I'm tired of niggas
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Niggas is tired
You ain't a G
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I see bitch in your eyes
If you close to me
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Em
You supposed to be
But most of you rap niggas
is hos to me
Wherever you from
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The question I ask
Is do you think I give a fuck?
Riddle me that
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'Cause in my hood,
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Em
and you jump into hell and back
This industry shit - to hell wit' that
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I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go
I doubt if you can show me somethin'
I ain't seen before
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Who supposed to be in charge?
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Em
I need to know
When I shake your hand,
I'm a step on your toe
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Am
Go get ya gun, go get ya click
I'm a be right here chillin'
wit' yo' bitch
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You mad at me 'cause
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Em
I'm gettin' rich
Well, put the pistol to your
head and empty the clip
Interlude 1
Pop, nigga!
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Verse 5
Em
Em
[Chorus]
See my heart
Feel my pain
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Am
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Some is stars, some is lames
How they follow little trends
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Em
to get they fame
I ain't snappin' my damn fingers
to get in the game
You claim you rich
Show me, son
If you got so many
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dollas, then loan me one
Fools think they killas - they own
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a gun
When you know you 'bout
as sweet as a honey bun
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Trash your broads behind a bar
Like you dat dude frontin'
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hard
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Em
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,
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just call me nigga
Move my heart to the side
Make room to forgive ya
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If you still wanna hang
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Em
We'll come to get ya
Put the rope around your neck and jump,
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my nigga!
Verse 6
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Em
Em
You're all going to die down here
Get out
Get out
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Am
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You can't be in here
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Em
You're all going to die down here
Outro 1
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