Kill Yourself

{*blurred voice in the beginning*} [Timbaland] It's life or death, either one The king is back, take head and run I piss and take a shit on your beat for fun I killed the Game, I ain't even use a gun You better than me? Don't make me laugh I run this shit, babe just chase my ass I ain't talkin' shit nigga just tellin' the facts I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from niggas is whack I be hearin' this niggas, what they say in their rimes I took my spot, nobody gave me mine I make the beats, that "Boom Boom Boom" in their trunks You disagree homie then go on in the junk You can pump your gun, you can say what you want That's all you doin, cause you niggas is punk I'm number one, you ain't number shit When they need a hit, who do they come to get Talk to me [Hook by Timbaland] (Attitude) If you got love for me I got love for you If you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with you We can do it however you wanna do Nigga if you won't fuck with me I won't fuck with you Go 'head Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself (If I was you I wouldn't feel myself) Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself Go kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself (If I was you I wouldn't feel myself) [Attitude] Yo Hey I'm tired of niggas, niggas is tired You ain't a G, I see bitch in your eyes If you're close to me, you're supposed to be But most you rap niggas is hoes to me Wherever you from, you pushin' the X And do you think I give a fuck, belittle me that Cause you in my hood and you dump into hell and back This sinister shit, to hell with that I seen them come, I seen them go I doubt if you can show me something I ain't seen before Who's supposed to be in charge, I need to know When I shake your hand, I'mma step on your toe Go get your gun, go get your clique I'mma be right here chillin' with your bitch You mad at me, cause I'm getting' rich? Put the pistol to your head and empty the clip Fuck nigga! [Hook] [Sebastian] See my heart, feel my pain Some is stars, some is lames How they follow little trans to get they 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 owe me one Fools think they're killers they own a gun When you know you bought a suit it's a honey bun Trashy broads, final bar Like you tattooed your frontnin' heart 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, just call me nigga Move my heart to the side, make room to forgive ya If you still wanna hang, we'll come to get ya Put the rope around your neck, jump my nigga *blurred voice*