Yo, 313 D-E-T Remember me The one ya gotcha ideas from, oh my God Look I gotta gun, so you better run f** everybody in the industry, I be Mr. Negativity sleepin with my uzi f** the five mics you givin me I'll take you on a journey journalist, insane's how I'm livin see I'm livin like a n***a straight outta jail Down on his luck, ain't got no money but I gotta gun and some shells Oh hell, might as well pull the trigga On every snake n***a, when he slither b**h 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 f**in name in that rhyme he wrote Should I k** yo wife and ya child For tryin to a**a**inate me n my style? b**h please, hoe please Catch these bullets when I squeeze I shoot (CHORUS)(2X) Mr. Negativity Negative, negative, negative I squeeze I ain't got sh** 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 a** radio All I hear is motherf**ers tryin ta make a comeback With pop styles or 50 n***az on a track That sh** is wack, ya need ta be smacked With the grill of the Cadillac Soldiers always tryin ta bite somethin Cause they know deep down they b**h a** can't write nothin n***az steal ya raps quicker than ya Dana's So I'mma start murderin entertainers Hole in ya head for bein famous Everybody know you stupid, now you really brainless Shameless and nameless, catch these missles when I am this (CHORUS) Everybody and they momma wanna busta f**in rap Step in the ring and get walked on like a doormat Far as the radio goes f** ya forma