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Timberland - Kill yourself (feat. Sebastian And Attitude)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Timbaland
Timbaland
Vocals
Demacio Castellon
Demacio Castellon
Programming
Danja
Danja
Piano
Attitude
Attitude
Vocals
Sebastian
Sebastian
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Tim Clayton
Tim Clayton
Songwriter
Garland Mosley
Garland Mosley
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Demacio Castellon
Demacio Castellon
Mixing Engineer
Ron Taylor
Ron Taylor
Editing Engineer
Mark Gray
Mark Gray
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

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, 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, haters 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' these niggas, what they say in their 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 gums, you can say what you want That's all you gon' do, 'cause you niggas is punks I'm number one, you ain't nuttin' but shit When they need a hit, I'm who they come to get Talk to me 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) 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, the question I ask Is "Do you think I give a fuck?" Riddle me that 'Cause in my hood, you done been to 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? Well, put the pistol to your head and empty the clip Fuck nigga! 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) See my heart, feel my pain Some is stars, some is lames How they follow little trends 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 loan me one Fools think they're killers, they own a gun When you know you 'bout as sweet as a honey bun Trashy broads, behind the bar Like you that dude, you're frontin' hard 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 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
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Timothy Clayton, Mosley Waverly Garland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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