「KILL YOURSELF FEAT SEBASTIAN & ATTITUDE」の歌詞 Timbaland,Sebastian,Attitude

Intro：
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

It's life or death, either one
The king is back to eat and run
I piss I take a shit on your beats for fun
I killed the game I even used a gun
Who bett athan me?
Don't make me laugh
I run this shit, they just chase my ass
I ain't talking shit nigga just tell him 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 trunk
You disagree homie, then go on and jump

You can bump your gun, you can say what you want
That's all you gon do cause you niggas is punks
I'm number one, you ain't nothin' but shit
When they need a hit, I'm who they come to get

Chorus：
If you got love for me I got love for you
If you don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you
We could do it however you wanna do
Nigga if you don't fuck with me I don't fuck with you, go ahead

Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go on kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself
Go on kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself, go on kill yourself
Kill yourself, kill yourself, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself

I'm tired of niggas,
Niggas is tired
You ain't a G,
I see Ditch in your eyes
If you close to me,
You supposed to be
But most you rap niggas is hoes to me
Wherever you from
The question I ask
Is do you think I give a fuck,
Riddle me that,
Cuzin my hood,
You jump to hell and back
This industry shit,
To hell with that
I seen 'em come
I seen 'em go
I doubt if you can show me somethin' I ain't seen before
Who's supposed to be in charge,
I need to know,
When I shake your hand I step on your toe
Go get your gun
Go get your clique
I'ma be right here chillin' with your bitch
You made at me? Cuz I'm getting rich?
I put the pistol to your head and empty the clip punk nigga

Chorus

See my heart, feel my pain

Some is stars, some is lames
How they follow trends just to get the 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 killers, they own a gun
When you know bout as sweet as a honey bun
Trashy broads buyin the bar
Like you that dude, you frontin' hard
VIP bands don't make you a star
Like we still don't know who the fuck you are
Don't talk behind my back
Just call me nigga,
Move my heart to the side,
Make room to forgive ya
If you still wanna hang will come to get you
Put the rope around your neck
Jump my nigga

You're all going to die down here
Get out, get out you can't be in here
You're all going to die down here