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Memphis Bleek

Hell No

 

Hell No

(album: M.A.D.E. - 2003)


Yo, yo, yo, it's tha roc in tha house
Nigga, we got Hype-D here, we fixing to go down
You know what it is tha song is hell no
Yo, I'm Bleek and this is tha ROC, yo, let's spit at 'em

When you up in tha club nobody showing ya love
You say, hell no
When yo girl call up a snitch and she call you a bitch
What you say? Hell no

When you start beff and it get start
What cha say? Hell yeah
When tha ROC is in tha house
What cha? Hell yeah

First it was Bleek then it was tha Reff
Then it was Chris and Neff, now who back in tha game?
Who take ya fame? Who dash dame? How he get fame?
'Cause look nigga, I'm a crook, I got tha mood
I like some of y'all niggaz but I'll eat ya food
Just like anybody else would so do what cha can do

When I lock 'n' load and head to tha boat
And take ya black coat and take ya 9
Take ya fine take ya dine Hype-d , Roc , Memph Bleek
Smoking tha reff, growing tha leaf, starting beff
Stealing ya lines and beats and packing tha heats
Stepping on ya toes and fucking ya hoes

Nigga, I bust ya ass up and then take ya cup
So throw ya hands in tha air like ya don't care
And face ya fears 'cause when I come through expect to die
'Cause nigga, ya will be fried, niggaz don't crie

But I know you do you fake
You can't compete with me you'z ain't free
I smoke on trees and I trap and rap in tha atl
Shit, I can put ya shit in a basket and ship it to Alaska

Don't fuck with D or hey girl, just call me Hype-D
14 in tha rap game taking ya fame
Ain't that said you faggots ya get to mad easy ya songs are chessy

Listen to me ya know me, I ain't gotta be D
I'm hype to tha D, don't ya see?
Or H to tha I to tha l nigga, you going to hell
So ring tha bell and shut tha fuck up
Before I get some girls just to buck yo ass up
I know they can, nigga, I ain't scared

You weared out, that ain't no doubt
I rap forever, I'm here forever
Rev up tha rever and take tha teveria
Got tha marriata and 45 choopa Z and 9's lock 'n' load that shit

And then hit 'em up and for all my hoes
I'm gonna beat that thing up and lemme pour some drink
And yo, I'm here and I'm under 14 with a black card, nigga
You act hard, nigga, you soft as a pop tart
You want beff, I got ya beff, come steal my reff or smoke ya own

I don't knock ya hustle, I just bust it and then I cut it
So this is a southern toast and have a boast and get tha roast
This is bars, just don't know how many
Hey to all ya snitch niggaz, go suck on y'all's mommas tittys

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