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