| Yo, 313 D-E-T
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| Remember me
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| The one ya gotcha ideas from, oh my God
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| Look I gotta gun, so you better run
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| Fuck everybody in the industry, I be
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| Mr. Negativity sleepin with my uzi
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| Fuck the five mics you givin me
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| I’ll take you on a journey journalist, insane’s how I’m livin see
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| I’m livin like a nigga straight outta jail
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| Down on his luck, ain’t got no money but I gotta gun and some shells
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| Oh hell, might as well pull the trigga
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| On every snake nigga, when he slither
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| Bitch I ain’t happy I flow bitter
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| Take a Louisville bat to ya head, crack
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| But then again, should I just slit his throat?
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| For sayin my fuckin name in that rhyme he wrote
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| Should I kill yo wife and ya child
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| For tryin to assassinate me n my style?
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| Bitch please, ho please
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| Catch these bullets when I squeeze
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| I shoot
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| Mr. Negativity
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| Negative, negative, negative
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| I squeeze
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| I ain’t got shit positive to say
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| About any rapper on the mic today
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| Cause ain’t no rap groups out that I know
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| That make me wanna listen to the ho ass radio
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| All I hear is motherfuckers tryin ta make a comeback
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| With pop styles or 50 niggas on a track
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| That shit is wack, ya need ta be smacked
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| With the grill of the Cadillac
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| Soldiers always tryin ta bite somethin
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| Cause they know deep down they bitch ass can’t write nothin
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| Niggas steal ya raps quicker than ya Dana’s
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| So I’mma start murderin entertainers
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| Hole in ya head for bein famous
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| Everybody know you stupid, now you really brainless
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| Shameless and nameless, catch these missles when I am this
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| Everybody and they momma wanna busta fuckin rap
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| Step in the ring and get walked on like a doormat
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| Far as the radio goes fuck ya format
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| Cause Detroit city is where we war at
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| I don’t giva fuck nigga
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| I squeeze triggas, my gun’s bigger
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| I blast em, bucks 'em, motherfucks em
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| Don’t let em hear no omi new shit you can’t trust em
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| Cause niggas be runnin outta ideas
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| And they’ll still steal a niggas shit still
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| How come ya new cd sound just like my last album?
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| Catch the dum dums
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| And come up
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| Negative, negative negative
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| Negative, negative, negative |