Kill yourself Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G]Get[Am] out
Get out!
You can't be in here
You have [Dm]to get out
I implore you
[Am]Please
Please
[Dm]You're all going to
die down here
[G][Am]

[Verse 2]
[Timbaland]
It's life or death
[Dm]Either one
The king is back
Take heed and run
[G]I piss and take a shit on
your beat [Am]for fun
I killed the game
I ain't even use a gun
Who better than me?
Don't make [Dm]me laugh
I run this shit; they just chase my ass
I ain't [G]talkin' shit, nigga
Just tellin' [Am]the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin'
from niggas is whack
I be hearin' these niggas
What they say [Dm]in they rhymes
I took my spot; nobody
gave [Bdim]me mine
I make [G]the beats that boom
boom boom [Am]in they trunks
You disagree,
homey? Then go on and jump
You can bump your gum
You can say [Dm]what you want
That's all you gon' do 'cause
you niggas is punks
[G]I'm number one; you ain't noth
[Am]in' but shit
When they need a hit,
I would become to get
Talk [Dm]to me

[Verse 3]
[Dm][Chorus]
If you got love for me,
I got love for [Bdim]you[Am]
If you don't fuck wit' me,
I won't fuck wit' [Dm]you
We can do it however you wanna
[Bdim]do[Am]
Nigga, if you don't fuck wit' me,
I won't fuck wit' you
Go on ahead
Kill yourself, [Dm]kill yourself, kill yourself
Go on, kill yourself,
[G]kill your[Am]self, kill yourself
If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself
Go on, kill yourself, [Dm]kill yourself,
kill yourself
Go on, kill yourself,
kill your[Am]self, kill yourself
If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself

[Verse 4]
[Am]I'm tired of niggas
Nig[Dm]gas is tired
You ain't a G
I see bitch in your eye[G]s
If you close to me
You [Am]supposed to be
But most of you rap niggas
is hos to me
Wherever you from
The ques[Dm]tion I ask
Is do you think I give a fuck?
Riddle me that
'Cause in my [G]hood,
and you jump into hell [Am]and back
This industry shit - to hell wit' that
I seen 'em come, [Dm]I seen 'em go
I doubt if you can show me somethin'
I ain't seen before
Who sup[Bdim]posed to be in charge?
I need [Am]to know
When I shake your hand,
I'm a step on your toe
Go get ya gun, go get [Dm]ya click
I'm a be right here chillin'
wit' yo' bitch
[Bdim]You mad at me 'cause
I'm get[Am]tin' rich
Well, put the pistol to your
head and empty the clip

[Interlude 1]
Pop, nigga!
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[Verse 5]
[Am][Chorus]
See my heart
Feel my pain
[Dm]Some is stars, some is l[G]ames
How they follow little trends
to get [Am]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
dollas, then loan [Dm]me o[G]ne
Fools think they killas - they own
[Am]a gun
When you know you 'bout
as sweet as a honey bun
Trash your broads be[Dm]hind a bar
Like you dat dude frontin'
[Bdim]hard
VIP bands don't make [Am]you a star
Like we really still don't know
who the fuck you are
Don't talk behind my back,
just [Dm]call me nigga
Move my heart to the side
Make room to forgive ya
If you [Bdim]still wanna h[G]ang
We'll [Am]come to get ya
Put the rope around your neck and jump,
[Dm]my nigga!

[Verse 6]
You're [Dm]all going to die [Am]down here
Get out
Get out
You can't be [Dm]in here[G]
[Am]You're all going to die down here

[Outro 1]
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