Memphis Bleek - Hell No Lyrics

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yo yo yo it's tha roc in tha house

Nigga we got hype-d here we fixin' 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 showin' 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

Smokin' tha reff growin' tha leaf startin' beff

Stealin' ya lines and beats and packin' tha heats

Steppin' on ya toes and fuckin' ya hoes

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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 takin' 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 goin' 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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