Yo, 313 D-E-T
Remember me?
The one ya got ya ideas from, oh my God
Look I got a gun, so you better run
Fuck everybody in the industry, I be
Mr. Negativity sleeping with my uzi
Fuck the five mics you giving me
I'll take you on a journey journalist, insane's how I'm living, see
I'm living like a nigga straight out of jail
Down on his luck, ain't got no money but I got a gun and some shells
Oh hell, might as well pull the trigger
On every snake nigga, when he slither
Bitch I ain't happy I flow bitter
Take a Louisville bat to ya head, crack
But then again, should I just slit his throat?
For sayin my fucking name in that rhyme he wrote
Should I kill yo wife and ya child
For trying to assassinate me and my style?
Bitch please, hoe please
Catch these bullets when I squeeze
I shoot
Mr. Negativity
Negative, negative, negative
I squeeze
Mr. Negativity
Negative, negative, negative
I squeeze
I ain't got shit positive to say
About any rapper on the mic today
Cause ain't no rap groups out that I know
That make me wanna listen to the hoe ass radio
All I hear is motherfuckers trying to make a come back
With pop styles or 50 niggas on a track
That shit is whack, ya need ta be smacked
With the grill of the Cadillac
Soldiers always trying to bite something
Cause they know deep down they bitch ass can't write nothing
Niggas steal ya raps quicker than ya Dana's
So I'ma start murdering entertainers
Hole in ya head for being famous
Everybody know you stupid, now you really brainless
Shameless and nameless, catch these missles when I am this
Mr. Negativity
Negative, negative, negative
I squeeze
Mr. Negativity
Negative, negative, negative
I squeeze
Everybody and they momma wanna busta fucking rap
Step in the ring and get walked on like a doormat
Far as the radio goes fuck ya format
Cause Detroit city is where we war at
I don't giva fuck nigga
I squeeze triggas, my gun's bigger
I blast them, bucks them, motherfucks them
Don't let them hear no omi new shit you can't trust them
Cause niggas be running out of ideas
And they'll still steal a nigga's shit still
How come ya new cd sound just like my last album?
Catch the dum dums
And come up
Mr. Negativity
Negative, negative, negative
I squeeze
Mr. Negativity
Negative, negative, negative
I squeeze
Negative, negative negative
Negative, negative, negative
