Kill yourself: accordi di
Timbaland
Timbaland

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