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from Timbaland - Shock Value (2008)
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 death Either one The king is back Take heed and run I piss and take a shit 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 shit they just chase my ass I ain't talkin' shit nigga Just tellin' the facts I think all the tracks I'm hearin' from niggas is whack I be hearin' these niggas 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 niggas is punks I'm number one you ain't nothin' but shit 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 fuck with me I fuck with you We can do it however you wanna do Nigga if you fuck with me I fuck 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 niggas Niggas is tired You ain't a G I see bitch in your eyes If you close to me You supposed to be But most of you rap niggas is hoes to me Wherever you from The question I ask Is if you think I give a fuck Riddle me that Cause in my hood and you jump into hell and back This industry shit 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 bitch You mad at me cause I'm gettin' rich Well put the pistol to your head and empty the clip, pop nigga! If you got love for me I got love for you If you fuck with me I fuck with you We can do it however you wanna do Nigga if you fuck with me I fuck 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 killas, 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 fuck you are Don't talk behind my back just call me nigga 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 nigga! 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 |
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from Timbaland - Shock Value (2008)
Oh
Two step Oh Let me talk to you girl What I'm in your part of town I call your phone and you're no where to be found You do this every time You be M I A every single time The part that kills me You rather chill with your friends instead of me huh But I ain't gon' be no clown I guess I call you next time I'm in your town And you say to me So what I was out with my friends I'm a grown woman It's the weekend oh So what if I don't answer my phone What if I'm not alone I'm with him What's it to you I need to get out You you you you you Are killing me you're killing me you're killing me and I just wanna get out you you you you you are killing me you're killing me you're whatcha wanna do do do whatcha wanna do do do I cannot escape no matter what I do can't get away from you oh call me everyday and that there ain't never cool getting on my nerves I think it's time you knew only gave you my number cause drinks made you cuter plus you were looking sad and lonely oh but that's all it was just put you in the game and here you go complaining what's up with you I need to get out You you you you you Are killing me you're killing me you're killing me and i just wanna get out you you you you you are killing me you're killing me you're whatcha wanna do do do whatcha wanna do do do like whoa lil mama it's the second time I'm callin' your number I ain't chasin' I ain't even no runner don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer huh how you hard to be reached I can put you where you hard to be reached black sand on the balls of your feet You can scream ain't no body gon' be sleep this your own private beach haha and when it comes to sex just a little bit of love and little bit of that maybe push it back where your ribs is at share a bowl of crunch berries how real is that haha I'm just jokin' of course I'm trying to put your sex game back on course if you feelin' dry like you don't get moist if you ever get a minute holla at yo' boy |
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