Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Negativity , by - Esham. Song from the album Tongues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Mr. Negativity |
| Yo, 313 D-E-T |
| Remember me |
| The one ya gotcha ideas from, oh my God |
| Look I gotta gun, so you better run |
| Fuck everybody in the industry, I be |
| Mr. Negativity sleepin with my uzi |
| Fuck 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 nigga 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 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 fuckin name in that rhyme he wrote |
| Should I kill yo wife and ya child |
| For tryin to assassinate me n my style? |
| Bitch please, ho please |
| Catch these bullets when I squeeze |
| I shoot |
| 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 ho ass radio |
| All I hear is motherfuckers tryin ta make a comeback |
| With pop styles or 50 niggas on a track |
| That shit 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 bitch ass can’t write nothin |
| Niggas 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 |
| Everybody and they momma wanna busta fuckin 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 em, bucks 'em, motherfucks em |
| Don’t let em hear no omi new shit you can’t trust em |
| Cause niggas be runnin outta ideas |
| And they’ll still steal a niggas shit still |
| How come ya new cd sound just like my last album? |
| Catch the dum dums |
| And come up |
| Negative, negative negative |
| Negative, negative, negative |