Kunci: C# minor•
Verse 1
B
C#m
Get out
Get out!
You can't be in here
F#m
You have to get out
I implore you
C#m
Please
Please
F#m
You're all going to
die down here
B
C#m
Verse 2
[Timbaland]
It's life or death
The king is back
Take heed and run
B
I piss and take a shit on
I killed the game
I ain't even use a gun
Who better than me?
F#m
Don't make me laugh
I run this shit; they just chase my ass
B
I ain't talkin' shit, nigga
C#m
Just tellin' the facts
I think all the tracks I'm hearin'
from niggas is whack
I be hearin' these niggas
F#m
What they say in they rhymes
I took my spot; nobody
B
I make the beats that boom
C#m
boom boom in they trunks
You disagree,
homey? Then go on and jump
You can bump your gum
F#m
You can say what you want
That's all you gon' do 'cause
you niggas is punks
B
I'm number one; you ain't noth
When they need a hit,
I would become to get
Verse 3
F#m
[Chorus]
If you got love for me,
D#dim
C#m
I got love for you
If you don't fuck wit' me,
F#m
I won't fuck wit' you
We can do it however you wanna
D#dim
C#m
do
Nigga, if you don't fuck wit' me,
I won't fuck wit' you
Go on ahead
F#m
Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself
Go on, kill yourself,
B
C#m
kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself
F#m
Go on, kill yourself, kill yourself,
kill yourself
Go on, kill yourself,
C#m
kill yourself, kill yourself
If I was you, I wouldn't feel myself
Verse 4
C#m
I'm tired of niggas
You ain't a G
If you close to me
But most of you rap niggas
is hos to me
Wherever you from
Is do you think I give a fuck?
Riddle me that
C#m
and you jump into hell and back
This industry shit - to hell wit' that
F#m
I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go
I doubt if you can show me somethin'
I ain't seen before
D#dim
Who supposed to be in charge?
When I shake your hand,
I'm a step on your toe
F#m
Go get ya gun, go get ya click
I'm a be right here chillin'
wit' yo' bitch
D#dim
You mad at me 'cause
Well, put the pistol to your
head and empty the clip
Interlude 1
Pop, nigga!
C#m
F#m
D#dim
C#m
F#m
D#dim
C#m
F#m
B
C#m
F#m
C#m
Verse 5
C#m
[Chorus]
See my heart
Feel my pain
F#m
B
Some is stars, some is lames
How they follow little trends
I ain't snappin' my damn fingers
to get in the game
You claim you rich
Show me, son
If you got so many
F#m
B
dollas, then loan me one
Fools think they killas - they own
When you know you 'bout
as sweet as a honey bun
F#m
Trash your broads behind a bar
Like you dat dude frontin'
D#dim
hard
C#m
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,
Move my heart to the side
Make room to forgive ya
D#dim
B
If you still wanna hang
C#m
We'll come to get ya
Put the rope around your neck and jump,
F#m
my nigga!
Verse 6
F#m
C#m
You're all going to die down here
Get out
Get out
F#m
B
You can't be in here
C#m
You're all going to die down here
Outro 1
F#m
D#dim
B
C#m
F#m
C#m
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