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