Memphis Bleek - Hell No lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, it's tha roc in tha house n***a, 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 b**h 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 n***a, I'm a crook, I got tha mood I like some of y'all n***as 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 f**in' ya hoes n***a, I bust ya a** 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 n***a, ya will be fried, n***as 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 sh**, I can put ya sh** in a basket and ship it to Alaska Don't f** with D or hey girl, just call me Hype-D 14 in tha rap game takin' ya fame Ain't that said you f*ggots 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 n***a, you goin' to hell So ring tha bell and shut tha f** up Before I get some girls just to buck yo a** up I know they can, n***a, 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 sh** 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, n***a You act hard, n***a, 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 n***as, go s** on y'all's mommas tittys