Timbaland - k** Yourself lyrics

Get out..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.. Timbaland It's life or d**h Either one The king is back Take heed and run I piss and take a sh** on your beat for fun The game I ain't even use a gun Who better than me? Don't make me laugh I run this sh** they just chase my a** I ain't talkin' sh** n***a Just tellin' the facts I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from n***as is whack I be hearin' these n***as What they say in they 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 gum You can say what you want Thats all you gon' do cause you n***as is punks I'm number one you ain't nothin' but sh** When they need a hit I would be the one to get Talk to me If you got love for me I got love for you If you f** with me I f** with you We can do it however you wanna do n***a if you f** with me I f** with you Gon' head Yourself, yourself, yourself Yourself, yourself, yourself If I was you I wouldn't fail myself Yourself, yourself, yourself Yourself, yourself, yourself If I was you I wouldn't fail myself Sebastian I'm tired of n***as n***as is tired You ain't a G I see b**h in your eyes If you close to me You supposed to be But most of you rap n***as is hoes to me Wherever you from The question I ask Is if you think I give a f** Riddle me that Cause in my hood and you jump into hell and back This industry sh** to hell with that I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go I doubt if you can show me somethin' I ain't seen before Who supposed to be in charge? I need to know When I shake your hand I'm a step on your toe Go getcha gun go getcha click I'm a be right here chattin' with your b**h You mad at me cause I'm gettin' rich Well put the pistol to your head and empty the clip, pop n***a! If you got love for me I got love for you If you f** with me I f** with you We can do it however you wanna do n***a if you f** with me I f** with you Gon' head Yourself, yourself, yourself Yourself, yourself, yourself If I was you I wouldn't fail myself Yourself, yourself, yourself Yourself, yourself, yourself If I was you I wouldn't fail myself Attitude I see my heart Feel my pain Some is stars, some is lames How they follow little trends 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 dollas then loan me one Fools think they k**as, they own a... When you know you bout as sweet as a honey bun Trash your broads behind a bar Like you that dude frontin' hard VIP bands don't make you a star Like we really still don't know who the f** you are Don't talk behind my back just call me n***a Move my heart to the side Make room to forgive you If you still wanna hang We'll come to getcha Put the rope around your neck and jump my n***a! 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