Kill Yourself lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Distorted 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...

[Verse 1: Timbaland]
It's life or death, either one
The king is back, take heed and run
I p*ss and take a sh*t 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 sh*t, haters chase my ass
I ain't talkin' sh*t, n*gga, just tellin' the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from n*ggas is whack
I be hearin' these n*ggas, 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 n*ggas is punks
I'm number one, you ain't nuttin' but sh*t
When they need a hit, I'm who they come to get
Talk to me

[Pre-Chorus: Timbaland]
If you got love for me, I got love for you
If you won't f*ck with me, I won't f*ck with you
We can do it however you wanna do
n*gga, if you won't f*ck with me, I won't f*ck with you
Go 'head
[Chorus: Timbaland & (Attitude)]
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)

[Verse 2: Attitude]
Yo
Hey
I'm tired of n*ggas, n*ggas is tired
You ain't a G, I see b*tch in your eyes
If you're close to me, you're supposed to be
But most you rap n*ggas is hoes to me
Wherever you from, the question I ask
Is do you think I give a f*ck, riddle me that
'Cause in my hood, you done been to hell and back
This sinister sh*t, 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 b*tch
You mad at me, 'cause I'm getting' rich?
Well, put the pistol to your head and empty the clip
f*ck n*gga!
[Pre-Chorus: Timbaland]
If you got love for me, I got love for you
If you won't f*ck with me, I won't f*ck with you
We can do it however you wanna do
n*gga, if you won't f*ck with me, I won't f*ck with you
Go 'head

[Chorus: Timbaland & (Attitude)]
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)

[Verse 3: Sebastian]
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 f*ck you are
Don't talk behind my back, just call me, n*gga
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 n*gga
[Distorted Outro]
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
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