Songtext Hell no von Memphis Bleek

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Hell no

[Memephis Bleek + Intro]
Yo Yo Yo , it's tha roc in tha house
Nigga we got Hype-d here we fixen to go down
You know what it is Tha song is hell no
Yo Im Bleek and this is tha ROC yo lets spit at em.

[Hype-D+ Chorus]
When you up in tha club nobody showin ya love you say
Hell No

When yo girl call up a snitch and she call u a bitch what you say
Hell no

When you start beff and it get start what cha say
Hell yea

When tha ROC is in tha house what cha
Hell yea

[Hype-D+ Verse 1]

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 im a crook i got tha mood
I like some of yall 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 2 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 ,
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 u do u fake
U can't compete with me u'z aint 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 aint that said u faggots ya get to mad easy ya songs r chessy listen to me ya know me i aint gotta be d im hype to tha d don't ya see
Or h to tha i to tha l nigga u 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 aint scared u weared out that aint no doubt i rap forever im 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 im gonna beat that thing up and lemme pour some drink and yo im here and im under 14 with a black card nigga u act hard nigga u soft as a pop tart u 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 yalls mommas tittys............

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[Hype-D+ Chorus]
When you up in tha club nobody showin ya love you say 
Hell No

When yo girl call up a snitch and she call u a bitch what you say 
Hell no

When you start beff and it get start what cha say 
Hell yea

When tha ROC is in tha house what cha 
Hell yea

[Hype-D+ Verse 1]

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 im a crook i got tha mood 
I like some of yall 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 2 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 , 
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 u do u fake 
U can't compete with me u'z aint 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 aint that said u faggots ya get to mad easy ya songs r chessy listen to me ya know me i aint gotta be d im hype to tha d don't ya see
Or h to tha i to tha l nigga u 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 aint scared u weared out that aint no doubt i rap forever im 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 im gonna beat that thing up and lemme pour some drink and yo im here and im under 14 with a black card nigga u act hard nigga u soft as a pop tart u 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 yalls mommas tittys............